February 2000

Flying
by
George
Denniston
South
Louisiana,
scheduling
a
flight
for
someone
who
lives
100
miles
away
and
who
doesn’t
want
to
get
up
early
in
the
morning
is
like
picking
n umbers
in
the
Lottery. For one
cou ple,
their luck y
day, or unlucky, as the case may
be, was
about
to
arrive.
After trying to schedulethis couple’s
afternoon flight for more than a year and
having one disappointing “no go,” which
they
weren’t
happy
about,
we
finally
thoug ht we had
the
perfect Saturday
af-
ternoon.
It
was
mid
September. A weak
cold front had passed through on Wednes-
day,
then
ligh t
northeast
winds
had
ap-
peared
on
Friday
and
Saturday,
with
a
high
pressure
system
dominating.
For
Saturday afternoon theforecast was north-
east
at
5
mph,
calm
after sundo wn.
We
couldn’t
miss.
Our passengers drov e in
and
met
us
at a local restaurant. Doing what I th ought
was
routine
and
kind
of
a show
for
the
passengers, Iput up apibal.It went straight
up
and
slightly
to
the
southwest.
The
temperature
was
91
degrees
which
was
cool
compared
to
a
few
weeks
earlier,
and
there
was
nothing
on
radar
within
200
miles.
The
highest
wind
recorded
that day at the local TVstation was 9 mph
during
the
late
morning.
Since
the
ob-
served (pibal) winds were light and vari-
able,
we chose a launch
location
central
to landing spots since we would be flyin g
over subdivisions with
lots o f trees, and
some powerlines. Great
place to launch.
We had done it on many occasions before
passeng ers, myself, andfuel to safely fly
for 1
hour and
10 minutes.
We launched an hour and forty min-
utes
before sundo wn.
My
first
tip
as
to
what
was
to
hap pen that afternoon came
during inflation when we noticed a slight
wind
gust
from
the
southeast.
At
about
700 feet I got my
second tip. We picked
up
speed
to
the
north,
which
came as
a
complete surprise. Flight in this directio n
would have to be cut short. Not wantin g
to
disapp oint
the
couple
again
with
a
short
flight,
I
noticed
the
flags
on
the
ground
were calm. No
problem. We just
dropped
down
to
calm
air
at
about
200
feet. But, in about a minute, my third
tip
came
when
we
started
picking
up
speed
in
a southeasterly
direction.
Three strikes and y ou’re out... Hav-
ing flown balloon more than 600 hours, I
have experienced
frontal gusts and thun-
derstorm outflo ws, but had never experi-
enced
anything
like
this.
Not
knowin g
what was going on, I made the decision to
land
in
a small op en
lo t I was approach-
ing,
realizing
I would have to explain
to
my passengers later why th ey drove here
again
for only a 10 minute flight. Before
reaching the lot, the balloon made aninety
degree turn to the northeast toward pow-
erlines. Altitude was in our best interest.
Rising up over the trees, low and
behold,
it
felt
like
someone
was
really
lo oking
after me because
the wind
settled
out
to
the northeast at about 3 to 5 mph. We had
a good time for the next 35
minutes.
Now the
flight
is
45
minutes
old.
I
will have no problem with my passengers
if I land, but
we have gradually
changed
direction again to the southeast. With the
wind
conditions
we
were
experiencing,
we were too clo se to some cross-country
transmission
lines
to
attempt
to
land.
Radioin g
to
my
crew
(yes,
I
love
my
radios)
that
I
would
land
as
soon
as
I
cleared the “big powerlines,” we changed
direction
again to the southwest, back
to
the very
lot where
we had
launched , be-
lieve it or not.
Being
very
big
on
visualization,
I
visualized
landing
at our lau nch
site an d
proclaiming
the
ultimate b alloon
flight.
Of
cou rse
my
passengers
would
h eap
praise
upon
me
about
my
flying
ability
while
enjoying
the Champagne celebra-
tion.
NOT!
The
win d
was
picking
up
again.
I
burned
out
my
other
tanks
an d
switched
to
my
last
10
gallon
tan k
and
was looking for a place to make apossible
10
mph
high
speed
lan ding
(not
fast
in
many parts of the co untry, but Louisiana
is
a different story). My crew was on the
wrong
side
of
a
canal
and
had
to
g o
aroun d in order to help me. Luckily, I was
entering a subdivision that had all under-
ground
electric and open cul-de-sacs.
Now, let the finale begin...
I started
to pick up speed. Since I was going away
from the big powerlines I didn’t mind to o
much. It was gusty but I figured it was not
a prob lem
with
my
crew waitin g. We’d
land between gusts. But instead of slow-
ing
down, we changed
direction
again
to
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the northwest, then
north.
We started
going
around
in a
big circle,
maybe half mile in diameter.
Then the circle got smaller and when
I
would
get
close
to
the
treetops,
the
balloon would distort, closing the throat,
and
actually
swinging
the
basket
from
side to side. The speed would pick up an d
slow
d own.
The
circle
shrunk
to
100
yards
in
diameter.
Checking
my
fuel,
it
was
at 20
percent of my last
tank, which
eliminated
the option
of going
up
to
get
outof whateverIwas in.Each time around,
I passed
over
the wide
canal
which
had
mostly
briars
and
weeds
in
th e bottom,
and trees on both sides. My decision was
to land in the bottom of the canal and later
fix the damage I was sure to have.
As I came around for the fourth time
my
passengers were in the bottom o f the
basket.
I
started
preparing
them
for
the
landing when
I saw that two
of my
crew
had jumped an eight-foot-high fence an d
were in
the dry
canal.
Thinking
I might
have
a
shot
at
saving
us
and
the
equip-
ment, I threw a drop line to them and told
them to wrap it around a tree on the bank,
they
did.
I burned
like you
know
what, when the drop line started to tighten
up. As it broke off branches of the trees,
I swung
on
around
and
down
close to
a
rooftop.
I
circled
back
over
the
canal
once again,and almost stopped.Thewin d
was lig ht to the south now. My crewg ave
me some slack, we eased over to a drive-
way where the landowner had moved his
car,
and
we
land ed
as
softly
as
we
had
launched. We walked
the balloon to
the
street where more
than
fifty
people
had
gathered
to
watch
the excitement. Hap-
pily
a lot of them
helped us
pack
up.
The
celebration
included
the
Bal-
loonists’ Prayer and
a “real” prayer. My
crew were the heroes, as usual. The pas-
sengers? They had an experience, regret-
fully, that
they
will
never forget.
Safety lesson learned... My research
on
what
caused
this
wind
condition
has
not led
me to
anything
that I could h ave
done,
or
should
h ave
done,
that
would
have told
me ab out the possibility of this
happening. Now I know it can happen —
when
you
least
expect
it.