We planned a stop in Salina on our way to the Japanese Internment Camp in Delta. We knew we had more mountains to cross so didn’t want another long day. We cruised across Utah on another hot but gorgeous day.
We arrived in Salina pretty early and set up at Blackhawk Arena, a fairgrounds type affair. The RV parks were all full because of the Balloon Festival so we got to park here for half the price. There were several horse trailers the first few days since they were having a cutting horse event. Our parking spot, where all the cats got to go out off leash. The wind is good cat control and it was very windy.
We got up at 5:00 AM (!) because the balloon launch was at 6:00-6:30 AM. It was a short bike ride into town and the middle school where the 27 balloons were supposed to launch. Alas, they didn’t. Even though the wind speed was 7 MPH on the ground, they determined that it was 30 MPH higher up. As one of the balloonist said, “You’d rather be on the ground wishing you were in the air than in the air wishing you were on the ground.”
There was a little street carnival and vendors in town though, so we decided to eat breakfast and cruise around. We at at Mom’s Cafe. They had a cool sign but don’t eat there. Nuff said.
It was still early and nothing was going on so we went back to the bus before the FMX show began. When we were waiting for the show to begin, we saw a guy Jim met in Moab.
Tommy Bell is a guy about our age whose parents were both killed in a car accident when he was 13. He told Jim that when that happened, he just took his guitar and started walking. He walks all over the country and plays guitar. That’s all he does. He has never driven a car. In the winter he lives on BLM land at Lake Havasu, Arizona. He sat with Jim and played in Moab for awhile. When we took off for Salina we saw him walking along the road. He had told Jim he was going to Salina too. And while we were on the street there waiting for the FMX show, there he was! He had gotten a ride and was playing some at the festival. We had a chat and he moved on. Just one of the many interesting people we meet.
Then the FMX began. I think it means freestyle motocross and these three guys were amazing. One was from Green River right down the road and one from Grand Junction. He drove in that day. The other one was from Salt Lake City. They set up their takeoff ramp and landing pad right in the middle of the street and proceeded to warm up.
I got some slow motion video. It doesn’t play in Slo Mo on You Tube but this link should work. They high fived all the kids and signed autographs afterward. They were exceptional. The wind had some effect on their performance too but they pulled a lot of big moves. They had two more shows that day. Watch the video.
We walked around the vendors but it was mostly craftsy stuff like this. They did have young beauty queens and music though.
Sunday morning we got up at 5:00 AM again and headed for the balloon launch. Judging by the wind, we could tell they would not be flying that day. Sure enough they didn’t. They didn’t get to launch all weekend. This cute little car hauled the basket.
When we got back to the bus Jim was outside playing his ukulele and he said “Wendy! Come look at the clouds. So I did. Of course I did.