So all the balloons have left and I'm finishing my time lapse when a truck rolls up and they begin unloading their gear. They say one person is going up. Well, I assume they mean one pilot and a paying passenger. Oh no. It's one guy. Sitting on a little wooden board, held on by seat belts that look like they were made in 1942. Oh, and he's got a large tank of fuel strapped to his back! "Does he need a pilot's license?" I ask. "Yes," they said. "Well, what about a note from his mental health professional?" They stare at me blankly. So here, you go. My time lapse of a single balloon rider!