The evening we were at the Albuquerque Balloon Festival included the glodeo and fireworks. Balloons don't go up at night, but there were hundreds of them on the grounds, and often they would all fire up at the same time, creating the "glow." Pearl and I settled ourselves on the ground, she in a chair she carried, and me on a bath towel, and we were right in front of the Scarecrow balloon. In one of the photos I just posted of the stork balloon being inflated, the scarecrow is visable laying on its side, also being inflated.
After a while, all the balloons are deflated rather quickly. It reminded me of watching the disassembling of a circus show because it all came apart so fast. Then there was a really well done fireworks show, and I was able to get a couple photographs of that worth adding here.
Then everyone wanted to leave at once. Still, everyone being respectful and polite, but man! so many folks. When we got in line for our particular bus route (there were 8 or 10 routes using school busses from all over the Albuquerque area), looking ahead at all the people in line, I thought it would be over an hour wait before we boarded a bus. We called Curt, but he was in his car, in a lot, waiting for traffic to move, so that he could himself move at all. Pearl and I stayed in line, made friends with other people around us, took turns walking to the ladies room (there was a trailer of rest rooms, as well as portapotties all over) and we waited only about a half hour till we got on a bus. Well organized.
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