January 2000
Balloon Rally
air was
clean, still, and oh,
so
crisp.
Frost
would
have
been
on
the
pumpkin, if there’d been
one, and
breath
came out
in
wispy
clouds. My toes were
numb
in
my
Birkenstocks,
and
I
won-
dered howthe bagpipeplayer’s bare knees
were
faring,
between
where
his
socks
ended
and
his kilt began. It was October
16, 1999, the second day of the three-day
“get ready to be blown away” rally spon-
sored
by the Wildhorse Casino
Resort at
Mission,Oregon, which is on the Umatilla
Indian
Reservation
east
of
Pendleton.
Twenty-five balloons
were
preparing
to
launch.
Casino
workers threw quick
glances
toward
the field as they sped
into and out
nearby
parking
lot
to
start
or end
their
shifts.
Other
than
crew,
staff,
and
one sleepy
tyke in
pajamas
sitting
in the
cab of a pick-em-up truck, there were few
spectators
at
the
launch,
and
there
were
only
a
few
more
on
the
roads.
Which
made it super simple to pack up and chase.
(There had been a somewhat larger audi-
ence lured outside from the slot machines
and blackjack tables to watch the seven or
so balloons do their glow magic the night
before, while others watched from inside
the restaurant.)
At
7:35
a.m. Scott
Spencer’s
black/
multicolored
Micron
hare lifted
off, and
about
half
an
hour
later
it
landed
in
a
golden
field
near
some
railroad
tracks.
the
X
was
out,
Micron
was
aloft
again,
and
over
the
next
hour,
several
skilled
or
lucky
(or
happy-go-lucky)
pi-
lots
maneuvered in
to
drop
bean
bags or
joking
comments
(“Help,
I’ve
fallen
up
and
I can’t get
down!”).
Aft er
all
was
pack ed
up ,
t he
afternoon’s entertainment featured “spud
golf.” Ifyou’ve neverwatched “spudnuts”
in
action,
this
crazy
sport involves
stuff-
ing a piece of raw potato down one end of
a contraption
made
of several
lengths of
PCV
pipe,
blasting
a
few
shots
of
hair
spray (Aqua Net is said to be best) into the
other
end,
aiming
at
something
a
few
hundred
feet
away, and
activating
some
sort of striker. The spark
ignites the hair
spray and boom—the potato is launched—
at
times
even toward the target.
A superb salmon barbecue dinner on
Saturday night rewarded pilots and crew,
afterwhich many (myself included) made
modest donations to theslot machines and
tables. One thing that sets this casino apart
from
the
others
I’ve been
to
(other than
the nonsmoking slot room) is
the nearby
Tamástslikt
Cultural Institute, which has
displays
on
Indian
life
to
rival
many
a
museum.
The
photos,
artifacts,
and
vid-
eos are well worth
a visit.
Sunday morning was slightly warmer,
and
again
the
launch
went
off
without
a
hitch. The hare set down promptly at one
end of the Casino’s golf course, but only
a
handful
of
pilots
spotted
the
X.
After
three
days
of
competition,
Jeff
(Kong)
Shields
from Portland
came in
first, fol-
lowed by LaurieSpencer (Boise) and Crys-
tal Frame (Vancouver, WA).
A
big
thank
you
to
Scott
Spencer,
Chief
Carl
Sampson,
and
all
the
folks at
the
Wildhorse
Casino
Resort
for
a
fun,
low-pressure, and educational event.

Winners in the center from
left to righ t, Laurie Spencer, Kong,
Crystal Frame.
Below:
Balloons fly over open plains.