Saturday, April 30, 2005

Roughnecks



While driving home from far western Kansas today I saw a drilling rig not far from Kinsley, KS, so I stopped to do some photos since I hadn't been around a rig for many years. I did a lot of work in the oilfield while going to college, and worked on a rotary 36 years ago during that time, in addition to driving cementing, acid, logging, perforating trucks, and 18-wheelers, and doing welding, working in a shop tearing down and rebuilding oilfield motors and pumping units, and so on.



I found this crew of roughnecks working the rig. These guys do the work involved in drilling the hole.



While there, they "made a connection," which means they added another joint of drill pipe so they could go deeper. They were around 2,800 feet, and heading for well over 4,000 feet deep. Of course, there is no guarantee they'll hit oil. It could be a dry hole, with a lot of money spent to find that out.



This is a well that is pumping not far from Ulysses, KS, and what is hoped for on each hole that is drilled.

Friday, April 29, 2005

The Prairie Hasn't Changed



A view of the prairie through the back of a very old, abandoned, sandstone house on Old Highway 40.

Railroad Bridge


Thursday, April 28, 2005

Yea, Though I Walk Through The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death...


Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Built In 1902



This railroad bridge is west of Bavaria, KS, on Old Highway 40. A metal sign on the bridge seems to indicate it was built in 1902. While doing photos of it I looked off into the trees to the south and noticed the remains of a bridge older than this one. Old Highway 40, and many of the towns and businesses along it, pretty much died when I-70 was completed.

End Of The Line



Railroad track torn up recently. It used to cross Highway 50 west of Emporia, KS.

The Bridges Of Marion County



A rural bridge not far from Marion, KS.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

His Evening Walk



This elderly gentleman takes a walk each evening, and I missed a good photo of him day before yesterday when he stopped to rest on a bench on the courthouse square and cocked the bill of his cap off to the west to block the sun. While driving down the street yesterday, though, I saw him stop to take a look at the back of a building where some construction is being done. After he had taken it all in, he moved slowly down the sidewalk for the rest of his evening walk.

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