07/08/2019
I’ve been coming to Stowe since before I was even a year old, but I didn’t get to experience the hot air balloon fest until I moved up here three years ago.
Every year, I bike out to the sunrise launch and it’s like nothing I can even describe. Wake up early, bike the back roads of Stowe, and arrive at the golf course as all of these gargantuan things are getting filled up with hot air for take off. It’s my most magical day of the year.
I had wanted to give away the Stowe mug today, but I gave it to my uncle last weekend and didn’t have another one made. It’s okay though, because my Uncle Tom is a huge part of my Stowe history and I’m super happy he has that mug (and a newfound love of ceramics).
@ Stowe, Vermont