Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

Watching a train wreck is like watching a train wreck, kinda. You just can’t stop.

Last night we were about 20 minutes away from the ranch when my uncle called me to say there had been a train derailment in the front pasture, so I shouldn’t be surprised to see all sorts of people going in and out of the property. We dropped our things at the house and then rode down to the front to see what was going on. There were quite a few cars coming and going, and at that point the heavy equipment started arriving – bulldozers, backhoes, sideloaders, those big construction-area lights, you name it. Hub and I stayed out there from midnight until almost 4 am watching these guys do their thing. For such a remote site with no easy way to get to it, they were out there within hours and had equipment placed and ready to work. We took a bunch of pictures and put them on this web page. Pretty cool stuff, especially for guys. Three men I’ve spoken to during this have either longingly talked about how neat all that big equipment must look, or have watched with a glow of awe at how the big machines work. My conclusion is that boys of all ages love all kind of toys, but the bigger the better.

Go take a peek at the pictures and tell me what you think. I also have an obligitory scorpion picture (and a night of the Living Crickets series, very nice) which I will post later.

Never a dull moment! Must shoot Uzi more tomorrow. Bahahahah.

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