From a tourist standpoint, Albuquerque doesn’t compete with the excitement of a large city like Chicago, New York, or San Francisco. We don’t have amusement parks or professional sports or beaches. We lack the historical appeal of Santa Fe and the quirkiness of Roswell and our ski valley isn’t the best when compared with the others in the state.
But, I can say this about my city: we put on a heck of a Balloon Fiesta.
For one week in October, we play host to the largest gathering of hot air balloons in the world (and also the most photographed event in the country), and Albuquerque turns into an international hot spot of early morning green chile seeking, hot air balloon loving dwellers.
We get up and get to the park by 5 am, find some breakfast burritos, FREEZE (mornings are cold here in October), and then watch as hundreds of hot air balloons inflate and take off against the backdrop of the New Mexico sunrise.
The Balloon Fiesta is an awesome experience and is a yearly tradition in which I gladly participate Even in college I would come home from California for the occasion This year Aaron and I went with my parents and sisters (who had both come home from school for the weekend) on Sunday morning for the “farewell” mass ascension.
Burritos: Just as important as the balloons!
Me and my dad ordering burritos. The man looks VERY interested.
Eating the burrito
Dawn Patrol. These first few balloons go up to make sure conditions are ok.
Aaron’s photo artistry
This guy is a local investigative reporter who brings down politicians and other scammers…this is a really scary balloon.