April 1999

Flying
by
George
Denniston
few
years
ago,
I
was
doing
a
lot
of
ballooning
for a watch
company
here in
the U.S.A. I was flying a special shape—
a balloon
that
looked
like
a huge watch.
The envelope was approximately 67,000
cubic feet and weighed
450 pounds.
It was only able to carry the pilot and
one passenger. It had
ascent and
descent
flight
limitations
of 200
fpm, and
when
these
limitations
were
greatly
exceeded
(accidentally),
it
got
your
attention
by
going horizontal. It looked good, it was at
times
challenging
to
fly, and
what
a pain
to
pack up!
The
balloon
came to
the
U.S.
from
Switzerland.
It
was
a very
new
concept
for
the
corporate guys
in
New
York, as
they
didn’t
quite
grasp
what
this
thing
could
do.
They
contacted
their
regional
sales
and
marketing personnel
and
men-
tioned
that
this
giant
flying
watch
was
available.At the time,they had just started
sponsoring
outdoor
events
here
in
the
U.S., and were using theirown “in house”
creativity to come up with marketing ideas.
This
was
challenging
for
the
pilots
be-
cause
we
had
to
find
a
happy
medium
between
some
of
the
wild
things
they
wanted us to do, and what we could actu-
ally do.
The balloon was definitely
an
atten-
tion-getter.
Although
we
tried,
most
of
our jobs weren’t at balloon events. When
they
mentioned
nine days
in
Seattle
for
summer fun at Seafair, I was ready for the
change of pace... no “Rambo” jobs... fly-
ing
with other balloons! Sign
me up!
Once
in
Seattle,
we
picked
up
our
and the balloon, fueled up and
drove north to
our hotel in Bellevue. For
the next
7 days, we flew north of the city
in Snohomish, Woodinville, and the Red-
mond
area.
The
weather
was
great
the
entire
time.
Our
corporate
sponsor
was
pleased.
After our seventh
flight, my fearless
corporate leader, Gumby (don’t ask), de-
cided that thenext day should be the grand
finale. He asked if I could fly across Lake
Washington. There was
to be
a big
con-
cert at Magnuson Park on Sand Point, and
he would like to have the balloon fly over
just
as
the
crowd
is
showing
up.
(Sand
Point
is
just that...
a point that
protrudes
from the western shore of Lake Washing-
ton. It’s about 5,000 feet west to east, and
10,000 feet north to south). I think he had
had
this
idea
in
his
head
the
entire time,
but waited until he knew me better before
springing it on me ...or he and his buddies
came up with the idea over beers the night
before!
I showed him things on my sectional
we
had
to
avoid.
I
explained
the
con-
trolled airspace to
the south, the town of
Kirkland
which
was
one
big
Prohibited
Zone, and the Naval station on Sand Point.
I showed him the lack of landing sites and
said, “It doesn’t look
real good, but we’ll
try.” I told him that I needed at
least
two
boats.
Not
little
boats—but
good-sized
boats! He
assured
me
that
this wouldn’t
be a
problem.
Boats
are
easy
to
find
in
Seattle.
We then checked out a couple launch
sites, deciding
on Juanita Beach. Now if
to Juanita Beach,
it’s
on the eastern shore of the lake in a little
cove just north
of Kirkland. It’s about 60
feet
wide
and
80
feet
deep,
and
is
sur-
rounded by tall trees. I know what you’re
thinking: theballoon won’t fit (that’s what
my
crew said too)! Don’t worry...
The
next
day
we
arrive
at
Juanita
Beach at the prescribed time, 8:00 am. We
hauled
the
balloon
over
the
guard
rails
onto
the
beach
and
began
to
wait
for
Gumby
and
the
boats. And
we
waited...
Gumby
finally
showed
up
with
3
nice
boats after 10:00 am. I’m a little ticked by
this time becauseweare now starting later
than
we
should
have,
and
my
crew
is
about to quit because they think I’m crazy.
I jumped into a boat. We went south
a couple of miles to check on the winds at
Sand Point. They were very slowfrom the
north
until
we
got
south
of
Sand
Point.
Herethey picked up alittle. Idecided to go
for
it.
We
would
drive
the
boats
to
the
north side of Sand Point, towing the teth-
ered balloon. From there, I could free-fly
to the park where my ground crew would
be waiting, after driving around the north
end of the lake in the chase van. The total
distance is
only
about 2
miles, and
once
there, I can leave the balloon inflated
on
static display. That was
the plan.
To inflate the balloon on this postage
stamp
of
a
beach,
I
laid
it
out
with
the
crown
towards
the
lake. I
gave
the dual
crown
lines to
the guys
in
the boats
and
told them to hold on as tight as they could.
Since the basket was up against the trees,
I had
to
use an
old
trick—instead
of the
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the
basket
down
the
beach
toward
the
crown! Worked like a champ!
The crew fought over who was going
in the boats. The loser had to drive the van
around
the lake. We then
tied
off 150
ft.
long
tether ropes to
each
boat.
I told the
boat drivers to keep it slow and to keep an
eye on me. Off we went. It was now 11:00
am.
The boats started
towing me across,
and
they
were
doing
a
very
good
job.
Everything was going well until they
de-
cided
to
turn
south.
I yelled
for
them
to
keep
heading
west according to the plan,
which they finally did... but it was too late.
I’m now too far south and in 5 mph winds
from the NW, which are pushing me away
from
Sand Point.
The
boats
worked
hard
to
get
me
west, just
enough to get one rope tied off
to
the pier. At this
critical point, the sec-
ond boat gets the towrope wrapped around
its
propeller, and
it’s
dead
in
the
water.
Bummer! I’m
now in
the lake
up
to
my
waist
in
water,
downwind
of
the
park
attached to a dead boat. So I disconnected
that
rope
in
hopes
of
swinging
west
a
little.
Eventually,
after
many
dives,
they
got theropefree from the prop, and got the
boat running, but the rope sunk. My hero,
Wayne Hilterbrand (now theUS Olympic
Freestyle
Aerial
Team
coach)
grabs
an-
other coil of rope out of the van, throws it
over
his
shoulder,
puts
one
end
in
his
mouth,
dives
into
the
lake,
swims
over
100 yards in cold water, and delivers the
rope to me.
But
by
now the wind
is
picking
up.
I’m fighting to keep the burners out of the
water.
Heck...
I’m
fighting
to
keep
the
envelope out! As the gusts came through,
the envelope would dip into the water. At
the
envelope
rotated
360
de-
grees while the basket didn’t move. I had
to
have the third boat grab the crown line
and unwind the envelope so I could burn.
By now we’veattracted quite a crowd
of boaters, and I’m up to my neck in water
when
the
Seattle
police
patrol
boat
ar-
rives.
“Need
any help,” they
ask?
“You
betcha,” I
said. I told
them
to
take the second rope and tow me towards
the pier. Their boat was like a tug
boat...
big!
(I
liked
it.) Slowly
they
towed
me
closer to the pier. With amegaphone, they
ordered anyonenot on my crewto “evacu-
ate the pier and boat ramp immediately!”
As they towed me, I had Wayne and crew
untie the other rope from the pier and
tie
it
off
to
the
van
on
shore
in
hopes
of
getting
me
west.
I
was
still
50
feet
off
shore.
I
burned
until
I
came
out
of
the
water. When
I got to the top
of the ropes,
I was
20
feet
onshore
(yes,
you
can
fly
upwind when attached to the ground).
Pulling
the top,
I thumped
it
in.
Of
course I did
manage to
clip the only
tree
around. After all that, a small tear was OK
by me!
My
crew
presented
me
with
2
big
cold Coors tallboys which I immediately
opened.
About
the time I
started
on
the
second
one (30 seconds later), one of the
policeman
came over to
get
some
infor-
mation
for
his
report. “By
the way,” he
said, “consuming
alcoholic beverages
in
a city
park
is
illegal...but I
think
we
can
overlook
it this
time!”
All said and done, I logged 2 hours 20
minutes
and
went
a
total
of
2.5
miles.
When Irefueled, I used 38.5 gallons out of
40.Gee, with everything else going wrong,
I never even thought about running out of
fuel!