We were leaving a beer sampling event at the Railroad Museum – Rails and Ales Brewfest. I’d had a few samples and a bit to eat; Chuck had tasted a bit more. We were relaxed, not buzzed, and felt safe getting into the Subaru to go home.
Then we saw this in the distance.
Chuck burst out laughing. I reached for my camera. He said, “Do you see that, too? Maybe I had more than I thought! Beer bottles are appearing everywhere!”
I reassured him that I did, indeed, see the large bottle emerging from the trees. As passed the county fairgrounds, we realized it was a hot air balloon.
Whew. That was a relief. Life is good, but I really don’t want to wear my beer goggles while we’re on the road.