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Father's Day. Last Father's Day, my daughter Kylie and I took our first balloon ride, at the Queechee (Vermont) Baloon Festival. This was a very short day, because there aren't many towns along the way, so not a lot of choice about where to stop. There was one stiff 600 foot climb in the middle, to Golconda Summit, but everyone still got to the hotel by lunchtime. Battle Mountain is a nice little town, but it's really in the middle of nowhere. "Gateway to the Outback", they call it. The train ran through town, right by the hotel, a couple of time while I was on the phone. I called Francie, Vicka, and my dad, because it was the thing to do. In the evening, Barb gave Dan a haircut, because he had a photo shoot in a few days. It eventually came out that her previous experience with barbering involved her schnauzers. This was the big event of the evening, with 13 spectators.
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In the excitement, I forgot to get a roll-away bed. (With three of us
in a double room, we take turns on the roll-away.) The hotel was out,
and I didn't want to wake Neil and Emily to get one of the ones that
America By Bike owns out of the luggage van, so I slept on the floor.
I've done worse, and I wasn't noticably less rested the next day.