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Two huge tables groaned under the weight of heated chafing dishes with scrambled eggs and biscuits and gravy; bread and pastries, cereal, and fresh melon. Another table offered serve- yourself hot and cold beverages.
At the omelet station, I requested shredded cheese, sliced mushrooms and a bit of ham. A woman in chef whites prepared my eggs, and I loaded up another plate with cantaloupe, crisp bacon, and a fluffy pancake. Early morning sunshine in a brilliant blue sky illuminated adjacent mountain peaks and the balloon field while we savored our meal. James pointed out the bar and the four of us retrieved a round of mimosas.
As we toasted our friendship, our vacation adventure, and a 25th wedding anniversary, balloons crossed the sky above our outdoor dining room and our cameras captured the moment forever.
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