As I take my evening walk it is a particularly beautiful evening. The sun is setting in a blaze of glory to left painting the clouds and the Bad Lands in color. I know I use blaze a lot but it really is the only word to describe a sunset like this:
The beginnings of a grass land fire are blazing to life to my right making the underside of the clouds glow. The blowing wind makes the grass rustle and the prairie sing.
The dark storm clouds drop a few scattered rain drops. The birds are chirping away happily and a lone coyote calls in the distance. In short a picture perfect evening. One you can’t find many places.
Because of this job I have gotten to see some pretty amazing places. Yes, this job has a lot of down sides and it isn’t for everyone. Some people work this job and go to town every spare moment they can just to get away from it all. They never stop and take a moment to enjoy the awesomeness around them. Not just the natural beauty that mother mature has worked so hard to create, but the technology too. We have the ability now to drill two miles down AND over two miles sideways. I guarantee the first oil men never dreamed of such things. It truly is a wondrous time we live in. This job sucks a lot of the time but when a sun set like this comes along it makes me grateful and apparently makes me wax poetic. I will miss this location when I have to move on in a few days.
