There are always those childhood memories that drum up nostalgia. A special one for me was waiting for the sun to set in order to watch a field of hot air balloons glow. This was followed by rising at the crack of dawn to watch them take flight. The hot air balloon classic is a yearly event and was always a staple for us. I've never forgotten the images of these brightly colored balls of hot air floating over the lake with the Rocky Mountains providing the most picturesque of backdrops. I booked a weekend trip to hang with the fam and take another trip down memory lane.
