Frack By Night . . .
Last night was a little quieter than last night, with only about 20 trucks coming in, so not bad at all.
Except for the rain. And rain. And more rain.
It wasn’t long until the entire pad was flooded, especially the potty trailer area.
What wasn’t under six inches of water, was just six inches of mud. Very heavy, very sticky mud. Your boot would sink in and it was hard to pull it back out.
But even rain doesn’t stop the frack. Nearby lightning, yes, rain, even heavy rain, no.
Otherwise the crane is just one big lightning rod.
And it doesn’t stop at night either. With enough light, they just keep going.
It’s looking more and more likely we’ll move over to Westhoff. a town without a traffic light, just a two-way stop sign in the center of town. But instead of a 2 hour round trip back to Kenedy, we’ll only have about 10 minutes. Much nicer.
And much cheaper, with both gas and park rent.
Thought for the Day:
Movie theater popcorn cost more per ounce than filet mignon.
Who hadn’t already figured this out?
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