The big open spaces and soaring heights despite views from that open air container would stir up my phobia that kicks in when atop ladders or such open spaces, the wee early hours to launch and the noise from the hot air held little appeal to me. Today I kind of wish I had been braver, but doubt I would ever go seeking this adventure. Here are a few of the black and white photos I took, very amateurish back in February 1980 as they approached from the sky over Folsom lake and landed on hillside only three miles from our home. Back then there were hillsides, little of the development that would contribute to our leaving California in retirement. I was taking a photography class at the time and had black and white film, not very good close ups, but I did develop these myself.
|Here they come, Folsom Lake in the distance|
|Closer as landing approaches|
|Just about down|
|They said almost a perfect landing,|
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