A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to be monitoring construction on a well pad when they had to use explosives to break up the bedrock in order to dig deeper. Everyone on site had to move away about a quarter of a mile. I wanted to film the action so I climbed a hill with a couple other guys to get a better view. One of the trucks from the construction company drove back towards the well pad and I assumed they wouldn't blow everything up until they came back so I turned around to take in the scenery. My assumption was wrong. No sooner had I turned my back when a sound like a hundred cannons going off at the same time erupted from what seemed like directly behind me. I nearly peed my pants. One of the guys there said "I don't care how many times you've seen that or how old you are, that's still cool."
This week, I was on another monitor. Unknown to me, a nearby well pad was also being blasted. I wasn't ready for that one either. Once again, peeing in my pants was a possibility. Once again, I didn't get to film it. 
About a half hour later, I noticed small tan spots all over my shirt, pants, and hat. That dust was solid rock not too long ago.
Tear the roof off the sucka,Dan
3 comments:
Ok, Dan, you just gotta stay focused if you're gonna see those blasts. Forget the scenery for a second. Do you have another pair of pants in your truck, just in case? Ü
Who would consider a regular desk job after seeing what yours is like!?
I am glad you are posting again, Dan. I have missed your entries! Is it good to be back at work?
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