Howie K.
Yelp
My wife isn't the first Burqueño that's admitted -- naw, straight up stated outright -- that she don't care squat about hot air balloons. Far as she's concerned, our local obsession is just hot air. And I hear what she's saying, I can appreciate it. She grew up here, and she's done with balloons, Kokopelli, turquoise, the schlock that embodies the southwest. I get it. Hence, a museum that celebrates balloonist culture is the last place most locals would consider visiting. It's for tourists.
We fell victim to a visit many years back, because we made a kid together, and it just so happens that the museum offers these free storytelling classes for kids: Stories in the Sky. A friend of mine, Laurie Magovern, is the storyteller, and she's good -- really good. The room, in the northeast quadrant of the facility, frames the Sandia Mountains and the open field of the Fiesta park in gorgeous panorama. The stories are a pretty sweet gig for stay-home parents, every Wednesday at 9:30 and 11am. Laurie's terrific, and she often has special guests.
I'll concede that the museum itself isn't executed in a linear fashion or narrative on any level; you're simply browsing, bottom and top floor, around here. But I'd argue that the culture itself is pretty scatter-shot, and the mere idea of constructing a museum that celebrates its history is rather presumptive to begin with. But I get the architecture. This sedentary building aspires to great heights, and it obviously can't lift off the ground, so natural light and spacious exhibits give it the feel of what I can only imagine would be a lift-off in the basket of a hot air balloon. It's worth a flight.