After the tour, we quietly observed a service, then we went to a separate room to gather
in a
circle, sitting criss - cross-applesauce on the soft
carpeting around our welcoming host.
The ride itself is very Dumbo-esque, with flying «
carpets» that go
around in a
circle and you control (via a joystick) moving up and down, or staying up or staying down.
First, the brown, churning water - the
circle of our river
around us; inside that, the quilt squares of our fields, which were turned dirt, newly planted seeds, the bright green
carpet of a field just beginning to come to life, fences mended or falling down into the soft new grass, humped haystacks, our cattle herd, our sheep herd, our goats, bare birch trees pointing straight into the heavens; and
in the center,
in the heart, our cobbled and dirt streets, our red - tiled and gray - shingled roofs radiating out from the town square with its statue of a long - dead war hero
in the middle.