The Spirit of Boise Balloon Classic

“Which one is it going to be?” I whispered to Jürgen after the pilots had finished up their morning briefing and were beginning to mingle with the passengers. “Hopefully that guy with the handlebar moustache!” As luck would have it, it was. The awesome dude with the handlebar moustache had seen his name on the placard we were holding, and approached us. “Quinn”, he said, putting his hand out. “Eric Quinn”.

Spirit of Boise Balloon Classic

We were at the Spirit of Boise Baloon Classic, and had just met our pilot for the day. He introduced us to his team, which included his wife Tara, and then put us to work preparing the balloon. Tara is a pilot, too, and we would later learn that the Quinns’ incursion into the world of ballooning had been her idea to begin with. She was the one who had become enraptured of the idea, and was also the first to obtain a license. And the balloon we’d be riding in, the Millennium Spirit, had been a birthday present from him to her. (Which, I hate to point out, makes the sweater I got last year look pretty lame, Jürgen!)

Setting up the balloon was a lot of fun, and enough work to keep the eight members of our team busy. After filling it with air, it was time for Jürgen and I to step into the basket. At this point, the butterflies seriously began tickling my stomach — I was just about to fret to Jürgen about the take-off, when I realized that we were already airborne. It had been so smooth, I hadn’t even noticed leaving the ground. The whole trip, in fact, was more serene than I had expected. We were just floating; there was nothing the least bit jerky or jarring about it.

It was amazing. This had been something I’d always wanted to experience, and now here we were, soaring above Boise. Eric could raise the balloon by blasting the fire, or lower it by letting air into the top. He was even able to roughly control the direction in which we floated by monitoring the air currents at different altitudes. At one level, we’d be going west, and then we’d ascend twenty feet and be pushed toward the south.

Filling hot air balloon with hot hair burner

We weren’t alone in the sky. There were about thirty balloons participating in the Classic, which has been held annually since 1991. One of Eric’s friends, who was piloting a balloon similar in design to ours, approached and gave us a “kiss” — which meant bumping the balloons together. “Hey Eric”, he called over from his basket, “That was nice, but I would have rather kissed your wife!”

After we had landed and everything was packed, Jürgen and I began to say our goodbyes, but the Quinns stopped us short. “Whoa, you’re not going anywhere yet!” Oh, no? “Nope. You’re first-timers, and that means you’ll have to complete… [boom boom boom] The Ceremony!!!” They took us into a grassy field and laid out a small carpet. We knelt before Eric while he related the tale of history’s original balloon trip. Then after swearing an oath, we bent over, took our paper champagne glasses between our teeth, and drained them without using our hands.

It was an incredible day out and we couldn’t have found a better team to ride with than the Quinns. Hot air ballooning is now something I can scratch off my life’s “to-do list”. Although, maybe I won’t. I wouldn’t mind the excuse to do it again. Floating silently through the air, carried by the wind, looking down on the tiny people waving up at me… it’s something I could get addicted to.

Spirit of Boise Balloon Classic – Website

This Post Has 6 Comments

  1. Sandy Brown

    Hi Mike and Juergen,The pictures and article were just great!!  You guys were an absolute delight and we have been so lucky to get great people like yourselves!!  Have a great time in Idaho and look forward to checking out all of your travels.Thanks,Sandy (crew)

  2. Pat Mancinelli

    This has been on my bullet list for several years.  I’m saving to take a TRIP!  These pictures were beautiful.  I work at a motorcycle range and balloons have landed just before class starts.  What a sight!

  3. Angela

    Too cool. The pictures are gorgeous. What views. I’m catching up on your goings on finally. An ice cream social, hiking, and hot air balloons. I’ve never imagined I’d want to go to Idaho, but I’m guessing it will make the list by the end of your three months there.Besitos,Angela

    1. Juergen

      Hello Angela,

      we are totally blown away by Idaho. Who would have ever guessed! And yes small town charm feels good!

  4. Trish Trader

    Mike and Jürgen,Just found your interesting travel blog. Thanks for spotlighting Idaho. When my husband suggested moving here 7 years ago, my response was “where”? So glad we made the move!Trish

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