Shortly after our last blog post we got the call.
A new gate opened up for us in Watonga,
approximately 2 hours north.
We needed to be there to start at noon the next day.
Sometimes the calls come and the guards may only
have a few hours to get set up and working.
It didn't take us long to pack up, hook up,
and travel the 127 miles to our new place.
We have soon learned that the best RV 'park'
doesn't necessarily have the nicest ambiance.
There are dozens of these 'parks' set up
for the oil field industry,
and can be just about anywhere.
It's all about the proximity to the areas
where your gate may be.
For us, who cares, as our 12 hours off
are spent sleeping, packing our meal for our shift,
and a small amount of TV watching.
Our new 'gate' is at a smaller well pad,
one that may take only 5 days +/-
to complete the fracking process.
|The view to my left|
Sometimes getting to the guard shack
means driving on a few miles of dirt road,
winding around until you find it.
This current shack is only 2 miles from the main highway,
but still down a dirt road :-)
It's next to a farmer's field,
with cattle grazing..
gives me something to watch.
I can say one thing..
the sunsets are beautiful!
Earlier in the week, we got some very sad news.
George's brother Bill had a massive heart attack and died.
George had just talked to him a few days earlier.
He was only 62 :-(
We are so glad that we got to spend time with he and Connie
while we were in Texas for the 2 weeks after the holidays.
He was a tremendous man and will be greatly missed.
One of my fondest memories of him is the first time we met.
George and I weren't married yet, and we flew to Houston
to spend a week with Bill & Connie.
We rented a Harley and did a drive with them.
It was a fun day!
Rest in Peace, Bill...