Our very first weekend, a Saturday and Sunday and our gate was really quiet, just a handful of trucks and we both got to sleep all night. So we thought, "Hey, this is gonna be a piece of cake." Then Monday hit. The crew had just finished fracing and were starting flow back so traffic wasn't too bad. Then they fired up the flare. Now, I'm here to tell ya, that thing is very obnoxiously loud, especially being only a hundred yards away (just imagine a jet engine running full blast 24/7). HA, Wanda has to talk to me in a very loud voice because my hearing aides are hearing this loud obnoxious roar better than they're hearing her. The crew keeps telling us that "Next week . . ." well, it's been a month, when exactly is next week gonna get here?
We've been learning names and faces and lots of different Mexican names that most of the time we can't pronounce or even understand so "Show me your ID, Sir." (Senor, ID?) That works.
Traffic has picked up considerable with lots of ins and outs. And at night, not a lot of traffic but ya gotta stay up and awake so ya don't miss someone. As long as I don't run out of Law and Order, Monk and NCIS reruns, I can stay awake all night, I hope.
We've seen lots and lots of Roadrunners (no, not th' car kind either) and quite a few Praire Chickens, Jackrabbits, Mexican Prairie dogs, Horned Lizards, some Scorpions and a few Eagles. Luckily (or maybe unluckily) we haven't seen any Rattlesnakes or Javelinas yet but, hey, we've only been here a month.
Later . . .
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