Our third and final day...
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Up and there before the crack of dawn...these are the "zebras," the
officials who make the call to fly, stand, or ground |
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| Inflating the Exxon balloon...the chief sponsor of the Fiesta |
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| OK, not our favorite corporation |
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| Flaming solidarity, apparently a tradition; or obeisance |
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| Hanging on |
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| Heavier-than-air fly-over |
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| Another heavier-than-air...but note the gathering clouds |
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| Others inflating |
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| I wandered over to chat with the crew of the Exxon ballon |
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| Rare dorsal view |
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It was Saturday, I was wearing my Buckeyes sweatshirt, and
the guy on the right wanted to know who they were playing
(Illinois) |
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But then the zebra came over to announce that another gully washer was
on the way, and there'd be no flying... |
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| Last blast |
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Us, there, as they start coming down; so we didn't get to see the
mass ascension, but what we saw was nearly as good and definitely
a knock-out |
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| I am scooting along to avoid being buried by Exxon |
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Show's over; our advice...1) definitely on your bucket list, 2) go early
in the week, 3) go early in the morning |
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| And we are proceeding on... |
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