Dina Flighty

The story of hot air balloons in Boise

By Jeanette Ross

Did you know that hot air balloons as we know them began here in Boise? Oh, you may have heard stories of one hundred years ago in France, something in the air, staring cows, worried farmers with pitchforks. Believe me, the tradition of the biggest and best started right here. Sixty five million years ago.

That was when Dina was born. She was the child of a mixed marriage. Her mother was a Brontosaurus, sturdy and hard-working, while her father was a dragon. Snout of a camel, ears of a donkey, scales of a fish, talons of an eagle- that's what she inherited. And she was so small and light-footed she hardly seemed to touch the ground.

Yes, she was peculiar, really small for a dinosaur- or a dragon. She was about the size of you and me. Luckily, her parents realized how special she was, tiny and cute and smart. She made what seemed to them unusual sounds, for instance, as she bounced from one interesting thing to another. She didn't just eat and grunt like everyone else- she was inventing language! In fact she was often making up words when she should have been browsing and watching out for big-footed relatives. Her parents, for their part, were very indulgent, dropping food at her feet and nodding fondly while she tried to explain to them what she'd named it. That was the unfortunate part of being born in the late Jurassic period. She had nobody to talk to, nobody to appreciate how intelligent she was.

That's the way it was, with Dina pretty much observing and figuring things out for herself, when an enormous asteroid hit Mexico bay and spewed ash in every direction. As the sky darkened and everyone else ran and bumped into each other and such, Dina understood the problem. Gotta breathe! She dug a hole, using those great claws, and jumped in with as many fern trees as she could hold in each hand. She had barely climbed in when the whole place was covered with ash from here to October. While Dina was holding her trees and her breath, her parents and cousins were meeting a terrible fate, as we all know. Amazingly enough, Dina survived, but the ash and mud was so deep it took her until 1991 to dig herself out. It's the truth. When she finally emerged somewhere south of Boise she found- civilization as we know it. The best part is that everyone around her was speaking English, which she invented as I already told you.

Dina was very happy and excited to see all that had evolved since she'd last been out- roads and mammals and cars and clothes-- oh, she looked down and realized for the first time that she was naked! All she had were these rocks in her fists, what was left of her trees, which had turned into stones that glittered. People came up to her and told her they were diamonds, and wasn't she clever to save something so valuable out of the Jurassic! It wasn't long before she had a crowd with her as she bounced into the Mall. She waltzed into the Bon, where someone in a flowered scarf sprayed her with perfume. She traded one bitty diamond for a lovely outfit and then the next person she saw was a car salesman who told her how nice she smelled and how pretty she was, and didn't that color look good on her! Before long she'd traded another diamond for a convertible!

Now Dina drove down Milwaukee to partake of one of the greatest products of the modern world, books. She was ready to catch up on all she'd missed in the last few million years. One diamond loaded her back seat with books and people eager to join her in hamburgers and milk shakes and a little advice on how to sound out dipthongs. They were paying her so many compliments and she was reading so fast by the time she finished those books they had her convinced she was the prettiest, smartest girl alive! Only one problem. Each time someone paid her a compliment, Dina got a little bigger. She'd been bothered about her small size before, so she was happy to be growing. And because nobody ever said anything mean (this happens, Darling, if you are rich enough) she also felt very light. What she didn't notice is that she was also quite hollow on the inside, pretty much addicted to keeping company with people who complimented her constantly. And as long as her diamonds lasted there were plenty of folks willing to fill her full of hot air. Anyway, her step was even bouncier, her heart was fairly flying when she realized she was too big to fit back into the driver's seat. She just started bouncing down Americana boulevard toward Ann Morrison park.

That's how she happened to overhear a group of people sitting around the park, with giant baskets in the back of their pickups, full of big dreams but no plan. "Somehow I figure this is going to be the BIGGEST, most important event in the WORLD!" one man exclaimed, waving his hands just as Dina jounced by. Well, Dina thought he meant her! She puffed up and, whoop! she started floating away.

Someone in the back of a pickup threw a rope to her and when that didn't help they tied on a basket and climbed in. They all went sailing off, with Dina looking down all excited seeing she was now the greatest and highest and biggest and best after all! Every time she whooped with delight- Ooh! Ah! Oh!-- her exclamations turned into smaller balloons that the other people with baskets caught. That was the beginning of hot air ballooning as we know it today.

Copyrighted by Jeanette Ross.  All rights are reserved.

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