When: Thursday–During the Afternoon- 3/1/2018
Weather: Clearing in the 50’s
Observations/Thoughts
Right walk-wrong time of day. No one was out.
I was pleased the clouds were clearing and the rain was well on its way out when walk time arrived. (Walk time didn’t arrive as much as I knew when I needed to be home to put in the meatloaf.).
As I started my walk and looked ahead, I saw a few bodies in my eventual path. As I continued plodding along, they either followed a different path than me or were the product of an overworked mind. The most notable occurrence of the whole walk was the gas well.
- The beginning of the week a camper showed up. He has his Oklahoma plates and his trailer with his tank of potable water and his US flag waving proudly. When his vehicle arrives, the “Sign In” sign appears. The Winnebago owner is likely just the supervisor. As he was roaming around yesterday, most of the action was taking place behind him. The structure needed to do the “refracking” stands 50 or so feet high. (It has two flags waving at the top–not US flags.). They appeared to be putting the pipes down into the ground. These are the pipes used to deliver the fracking solution. (I have also seen the process reversed. When reversed, a guy is standing up on the scaffolding. He appears to be disconnecting the pipes as they come out of the ground. The pipes are then placed within the collecting point of the structure. When the pipes are being sent downward, the crew member is below making all of the connections to the pipe ends. There are likely 50-100 pieces of pipe running 60% of the scaffolding height. ). The sound of the pipes coming out or going in is a whirling sound. A motor is bringing them up and sending them down. Even at the farthest point of my walk, you could hear it. It almost sounded like a siren at a great distance. The noise only stopped as the connection or disconnection from the previous pipe took place. My walk was over an hour. The noise continued during the entire time. Maybe there are far more pipes involved in the process then I realize.
- I cannot control when people get out and get their exercise. Or, for that matter, if they get any exercise. When during the week, the walk usually takes the place of a planned nap. An unplanned nap is still likely to find me should I set on the couch too long with an unfocused mind. (Based on this criteria, it is amazing I don’t sleep all the time.) The napless days seem to allow sleep to grab me well for a few hours during the night. When it releases me, I find the restless sleep that is normally my nighttime companion.
Walking Down Life's Road With Andy 