When the wind is right and the weather permits. A balloon ride above the soapstone and basalt- the erosion at the hands of wind and water and time…
so much time.
And its passage,
this otherworldly landscape of mountain caves and quiet air beckons the mind to settle into reflection.
We completely trusted our guide from beginning to end- landing smoothly and happily- all before 8 AM.
Light on our feet, our buoyant spirits lifted up and carried through the day. Such a feast of sensation put the whirling dervish ceremony that evening into perspective. Since the 13th century they've been whirling- shedding one cloak to find another. willing to share some of their secrets.