Ballooning in the Hunter IV
Whispering on the wind we sail through the Hunter Valley lighter than air itself. Above the misty vineyards, over the farms and dairies, the water logged lakes and dams, only the distant mountain grandeur to rival our height and obstruct our view to forever. Serenely floating on a thin blue sea of crystal fresh air we drift with the currents in a company of fellow balloons.
Exhilarating yet peaceful, adventurous but relaxing, swift and still, a conundrum of feelings fill us up like the hot air balloon, our grand and wildly romantic vessel. Timeless travel where there is no option to hurry only to experience, to take in the landscape and let out our stress. Up, up and up we sail into far blue yonder.