Crashed and Burned

Sometimes we crash and burn. It’s better to do it in private. ~ Dean Kamen
Saturday I crashed and burned – just me, not the RV this time! 😀
Saturday morning we were up (I hadn’t gone to bed since I’d worked all night), Heidi was up and more than raring to go at 5:45. Having done most of the outside work the night before and undeterred by the fact that it doesn’t get light until 6:30, we drug the chairs into place, unhooked the electricity, pulled in the slides and made a slick, tight 90 degree turn out of our tiny slot to wait for our replacements.
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We were ready before 7. Everything went smoothly to either the chagrin or amazement (and our relief) of our audience, which was BIG. We were the only show in town at 6:45!
There were a dozen semis waiting to get in, floor hands hanging around drinking coffee and the rest of the men waiting for the semis who were waiting for the go ahead to haul our moving village 75 miles SW so we could begin it all again.
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Henry kept a close eye on everything.
For some reason, two women hooking up a dually to a 40 ft 5th wheel seems to be a jaw dropper here in Texas. 😉
On the up side, it’s scares people! When they see us coming, they give us a wide berth!
Eventually, our Safety guy said to just get on along, so we set off, bumping through many a small town. Steven B. Harper has some interesting insights on life in a small town. All the quotes below are from him. If you’d like to read his entire list, you can find it here.
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Living in a small town: You referred to anyone with a house newer than 1965 as the “rich” people.

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The town next to you was considered “trashy” or “snooty,” but was actually just like your town.

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It was cool to date somebody from the neighboring town.

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I love this typical southern Texas Laundromat! I love the Wash-N-Fold! No tossing your clean clothes back in the basket here! And I love the STOP sign. I’m not sure if it’s there to indicate the demarcation line for parking or to entice you to bring in your unclean clothes? The gate on the door tells me that whatever STOP means, they take it seriously.
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Anyone you wanted could be found at the local gas station, drive-in or the town bar.

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We pulled over at a town that used to be, that no longer is, to double-check our directions when someone came walking up and tapped on the window.

You ladies lost? Follow me. I know a short cut. When your Company Man tells you to follow him, you follow! 😀

It’s hard to miss Jimbo since he has a giant LSU decal on the back of his bright red truck – not exactly Texas PC! He’s every bit as proud to be a Louisianan as any Texan is to be a Texan. He calls us Yankee white girls, which is kind of funny since he’s white and maybe a little younger than me.

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By 10 o’clock we arrived … somewhere that isn’t real close to anywhere.

When you decided to walk somewhere for exercise, 5 people would pull over and ask if you wanted a ride.

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Your car stayed filthy because of the dirt roads, and you will never own a dark vehicle for this reason.

 

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Set up was easy and for about an hour, it was just us and the neighbors across the road that dropped by to see if we wanted anything from San Antone and to warn us that their black lab loves people but eats little dogs.

Heidi now walks Henry with mace in hand. I prefer the BB pistol. 😉

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We weren’t alone for long.

The video is short and the quality is pretty poor but you get the general idea. The guy in the red truck waving (even though I thought I was discreetly tucked away behind the generator) is Jimbo.

If you click on the screen symbol in the bottom right corner you can see this full screen which gives you a little better feel for the action.

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Moving days are always interesting for those of us who work the night shift.
I don’t know how those of you who have written saying you work FRAC and move every week, do it?
I’m not asleep… but that doesn’t mean I’m awake. ~ Unknown Author
At 22 hours without sleep, I was sailing – like I’d had 5 double espressos.
At hour 23 I couldn’t talk in complete sentences and did a 4 hour crash and burn.
The night was quiet, thankfully, since I’m sure I would have written in all the numbers and letters upside down.
It hasn’t been quiet since! 😀
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The floor hands are our neighbors.
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We’re about 100 feet from the pad this time, instead of 10, but we still have quite a view of the action!
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You didn’t give directions by street names but rather by references. Turn by Nelson’s house, go 2 blocks to Anderson’s, and it’s four houses left of the track field.
Although we passed through many small towns, we don’t live near any. I can stand outside at night and see the lights of 5 derricks and the flare of 3 FRACS . This leads to a lot of confusion for the drivers. So far, Id say about 75% of the people have gotten lost trying to find us and then they find us all at once! It’s another great adventure, for sure!