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Coming and going on the Baytown trip, I cut straight across (or thereabouts) from Cotulla to Victoria. I bisected the Eagle Ford Shale field west to east and it was an interesting ride. Seems like there was an oil field gate guard every 5 miles or so. I saw everything from 6 figure $$ plus coaches to ex-FEMA trailers. I saw one with a trampoline leaned up against the western side for??? Maybe to shield Continue reading Eagle Ford Drive By 
Asphalt squatting at Walmart Made it as far as Brownwood, TX the first night out. By then it was 1230am on a Tuesday morning and I had been up since 3am the previous day — enough is enough. I still had on my FR coveralls when I finally parked the Fish Bus. It had just been that kinda day. Miss Kathy made an interesting comment the next morning. She said ‘the layers of Continue reading The Adventure Gate 30 minutes from daylight at the Old Girl It gets sorta like that after awhile. What chronological order in the universe I was trying to maintain just gets all tossed up like a pile of white coat hangers in my brain. It has been days since I crossed the cattle guard out into the real world. People have died and gotten married and the sun still comes up every morning. It is what Continue reading What Day Is It Again? A couple of evenings ago I was sitting at the dinette relaxing after a long day of oil field gate guarding and noticed a pair of headlights stop on the road about 200yds from the Old Girl. They backed up, made a little jink toward the ditch and backed up again. The guy got out for a few minutes and then drove on up to the Old Girl to check out the gate. It was Continue reading It’s the Snake Thing Again  |