On Sunday I was up before even the cock crows, at 4:00am. I was meeting a group at The Flying Circus in Bealeton, VA to see the hot balloons take off. We'd been hoping for a beautiful mist to cloak the balloons, like I'd seen there a few years ago but as soon as I started driving, even in the dark I knew there would be no mist or fog. The lake near home didn't even have a whisper hanging over the water and the grass was bone dry.
It was still dark when I arrived and I had to wait a few minutes before someone came to the kiosk so I could pay. I think I was the first visitor to arrive. I waited in Stuart for the sky to lighten up and before long I saw Mario arrive.