There’s a reason that songs are written about being in the air.
Come Fly With Me, 99 Red Balloons, Up, Up and Away and Danger Zone are just a few of the classics inspired by the feeling of being up there, where the air is rarefied.
Let’s have an adventure that is discovered in the darkness but is soon revealed by the dawn of a new day.
Let’s go hot air ballooning.
The Avon Valley isn’t far from Perth. If it was north or south it would just about qualify as part of the Perth metropolitan area. Being just over an hour’s drive away it’s wonderful how easy we can leave the city behind, even if it’s just for a few hours.
Arriving at the Northam Airport I’m the first and there is nobody at the airport except for the resident cat. It’s so cold that the cat jumps into my car.
As other people start to arrive and huddle around the coffee making facilities, I’m taken by news articles on the wall that describe the history of hot air ballooning. This sounds like the beginning of a joke but it’s true, in 1783 a sheep, a duck and a rooster went riding in a hot air balloon in France.
I had thought that the airport would be our take off point but Damien, our chief pilot, has been letting go of weather balloons and squinting at the night sky like an old sea captain. For this morning’s flight with Windward Balloon Adventures we must head west of Northam.
These guys have all the permissions required from the shire and farmers to access properties, as long as we remember to close the gates.
Still in complete darkness, our pilots inflate the balloons as they lie on the ground and the roar and brightness of the gas burners is a bit like those aerobatic displays of jet planes whooshing over your head.
After a final briefing we climb into our basket and just like that, we’re away. No seatbelts. No worries.
I’ve done some wonderful air related activities in my life from the fastest and longest zipline in the world with my daughter Matilda down the side of a mountain in South Africa, to twice jumping out of aeroplanes, flying a beautiful Tiger Moth over Perth and the seaplane to Rottnest, and even trekking up mountains and being above clouds.
When I jumped out of an aeroplane I thought about the words of John Magee, a World War II Spitfire pilot who wrote a poem called High Flight with the first line, “Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth” and the last line, “Put out my hand and touched the face of God”.
Astronaut Michael Collins, who died recently, once remarked that he wondered what John Magee would have been inspired to write if he could have been in orbit above the Earth.
As we ascend from the paddock that becomes a mist shrouded valley beneath, I looked to the east and had author Douglas Adams’ words in my head, “There is a moment in every dawn when light floats and there is the possibility of magic. Creation holds its breath.”
I held my breath and it was amazing. In so many of life’s travels and adventures it’s been the sites and sights that are the most awesome but what was so immersively different about a hot air balloon experience is that sound becomes part of the canvas before you.
It’s mostly silent apart from the whoosh of the gas burners every so often to get some altitude. Looking down and around you’re suddenly struck by the sounds of parrots having an early morning squabble in the tree, sheep all going baa as they move across a paddock far below and even a dog barking from somewhere.
There are other balloons to help with the perspective of what we’re all a part of this morning. They drift along as we drift along and we rise and fall and our hearts sing with the joy of witnessing to a new day in a beautiful part of the world.
As we continue to drift, we travel over bushland with granite outcrops beginning to be warmed by the early rays of the sun and kangaroos jumping through the trees and we can see the shadow of our balloon and directly below us the reflection of the balloon is crystal clear in the river below.
We land in a harvester scarred paddock with a gentle bump and everyone helps roll up the balloon into a bag that is much easier to manage than any sleeping bag.
The Avon Valley stretches from New Norcia in the north to Beverley in the south, with the historic communities of Toodyay, York, and Northam all just a short Spotify playlist of flying tunes away.
Northam has the Avon River running through it and the champagne breakfast after the ballooning is held in a café overlooking the river, complete with white swans and suspension bridge. During a champagne toast we are all welcomed to the club of Balloonatics.
Hot air ballooning seems to be on the bucket lists of many people but keeps getting pushed down the list not from the fear of hanging from a basket but from getting up so early. Get over the time thing and get it done. It’s just an hour away and you’ll be up, up and away.
The National Ballooning Championships will be held in the Avon Valley between 30 August and 4 September, with lots of opportunities to be a spectator and a participant. To book www.ballooning.net.au email firstname.lastname@example.org or call 9621 2000.