But I finally hit pay dirt when I called my life-long unlucky charm, David Gralla. Alas!.. He didn’t jinx me this time.
David, his wife Pat, and 9-year old daughter Sona agreed to meet us.
Besides us, the only people who are vertical at 6:50 am on a Sunday morning are 3 guys and one chick standing in the Jonathan’s parking lot waiting for the bar to open… at 7:00 am.
No hot air balloon in the history of the world as ever launched and flown out of Cocoa Beach.
It’s in the record books.
I have been wanting to do it for years. The winds were finally right where I wanted them; 60 degrees at 8 knots.
We launched from Jonathan’s Pub, flew over the Cocoa Beach golf course and landed in Viera.
And without the involvement of city police, sheriff, civil air patrol, fire and rescue, NSA, or the FBI.
Not a single “authority-harassment.” Not even any scruff from Jonathan.
It was great day.