The crew and our families waved back at us from the ground as we rose higher and higher into the atmosphere.
Over the land we could see the river beneath us as we floated toward the golden fields of wheat. The breeze was low, just the right kind of day to fly in our balloon.
Charlie, who is always trying to create a little excitement, pulled out an orange ball.
"What are you planning on doing with that?" I asked.
"You'll see," he replied.
Soon our large balloon floated over the walls of a church. At one end of the cement walls was a balustrade that hung the church bell. Charlie dropped the brightly colored ball and we watched as it fell to the earth bounding first on top of the balustrade and rolling down against the protruding bell.
The bell began swinging back and forth chiming its sound. What a nice surprise to our float as we drifted down to the grassy knoll by the church.