It was only fifty degrees when we boarded the balloon, and nearing seventy when we headed for brunch.
Last year, my family and I took our annual Christmas vacation in Phoenix, AZ. My parents moved there when dad developed asthma. The doctor told him the dry weather in Phoenix would be perfect for his asthma and mom’s severe arthritis. When they told me the average temperature in Phoenix during the summer was well over 100 degrees, we opted not to go there during the summer. We suffocated when it was 85 degrees at our house. Mom said it’s a different kind of heat because there is no humidity, but I wasn’t buying it. I would be holed up in the house with the air conditioning the entire time I was there. I promised mom and dad we would be there for Christmas. For their Christmas present, mom and dad planned a morning hot air balloon ride over Phoenix, for the family. My son and daughter were excited. The balloon ride offered a champagne brunch after the trip, and before the trip, they got to watch the balloon being inflated, and prepared for the trip. It was only fifty degrees when we boarded the balloon, and nearing seventy when we headed for brunch. I was surprised how beautiful the Phoenix, AZ area looked from 5000 feet up. When we got back to the house, the furnace was running and it shocked me. I thought it was too warm to have the heat on, but after eight months of 85 to 110 degree weather, I guess sixty-five to seventy-five was cold. Most of the holiday was spent seeing Christmas lights around Phoenix, but even without the snow, we had an amazing time visiting mom and dad.