Monthly Archives: January 2017
Frack Ready!
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Well, the pad is now frack ready, and we’re in hurry-up-and-wait mode.
As it stands right now, they should start rigging down at the other frack sometime late Friday and moving in here on Saturday.
Maybe.
If they have a problem finishing up there then everything will get pushed back a couple of days. No one came in at all night, and I only had 4 vehicles today, so really quiet. And nice.
Tonight we went to Whataburger again. Did I mentioned that it’s only 3 minutes from our RV park? Nice and convenient.
And delicious as usual.
Night before last we went back to La Belle Tavola again, this time for their pizza. When we were there the first time we saw a steady line of take-out pizzas going out the door so we decided to check it out.
As usual we got the big 18” version with Canadian Bacon, Pepperoni, Hamburger, Italian Sausage, and Mushrooms.
Very cheesy and delicious.
And we had plenty for leftovers, including last night’s dinner and today’s lunch.
When posted the Dawn at the Frack photo a couple of days ago,
several people asked me what the two big towers were. And the answer is, they’re Sandcastles. That’s their company name, and what everyone calls them.
They’re used to hold the frack sand before it’s injected in the wells. As you can tell from this photo, they’re actually trailers themselves, complete with wheels.
They’re towed in by a semi and then stood on end. Then they’re pre-loaded with sand so they’re all ready to go at start-up.
Should be another really slow day tomorrow. The calm before the storm.
Thought for the Day:
“I am not eccentric. It’s just that I am more alive than most people. I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of catfish.” ― Edith Sitwell
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Vehicular Overcast . . .
The first time we drove out to our new gate, we noticed this house high up on the hill overlooking the road. As we got closer we realized how large it was.
In fact it kind of reminded us of our visit to Hearst Castle out in California in 2010, but with less trees.
As we got closer we talked about where they got all their money, and I said, “Black Gold, Texas Tea.” And sure enough it was true.
Here’s the entrance to the estate.
“Oro Negro.” Black Gold in Spanish.
And when I zoomed in with my Panasonic Lumix, it was obvious how extensive the place really was.
And it turns out that they own all the land around the area, including the 100’s of wells, all pumping out money by the barrel full.
For the second time on my trips back to the pad, I came over a rise and found a skunk ambling down the center of the dirt road. It sometimes takes a couple of minutes of horn honking and light flashing to convince it to pull over.
I definitely didn’t do it the way a friend of mine handled the problem when we were teenagers. No, he didn’t just run over the skunk, he was smarter than that. He decided to carefully drive over the skunk, keeping him centered between the wheels
Big Mistake!
The skunk, obviously irritated by this vehicular overcast, expressed his displeasure by the normal means for a skunk. He pretty much hosed down the entire bottom of my friend’s car.
Did you know that cars aren’t airtight? Well, apparently my friend didn’t, or forgot, anyway. And with all our windows closed, so the skunk smell couldn’t in, right?, the stink wafting up from below was trapped right inside with us.
We rolled the windows down and drove real fast to get away from the smell, which worked until we stopped. Then we were engulfed again.
Rinse, Lather, Repeat.
After about 10 iterations of this we finally gave up and drove home, still followed by that unmistakable smell. And although the smell didn’t stick to our clothes, it hung around on his car for weeks. Even his girlfriend didn’t want to ride with him.
And his parents made him park his car in the vacant lot across the street.
If only he could have figured out how to dip his car in tomato juice.
Thought for the Day:
“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.” ― Carl Sagan
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