A quick daydream about sitting by a campfire reminded me of how the Sun looks when it just hits the top of Dallas divide. That somehow triggered a memory of driving to the trailhead of the Blue Lakes Trail. There were some hikers on the road with their fancy sticks and expensive boots that looks rather perturbed as I drove by in my old pickup truck. I had to laugh as the random trash in the back bounced forward and backward as we went up and down the hills on the trail. That then reminded me of watching the rain storms backed up in Red Canyon or the snow storms slowly rolling down the valley toward Hell Creek. Of course snowstorms reminded me of roustabouting and watching the rig hands put up tarps as the snow came in sideways at 30 miles an hour. Also hard to forget are the late nights pumping water for the frack tanks. The valves on the semis had a tendency to freeze so sometimes we had to torch them open and then when they would blow out the water to clear the valve the area in front of the tanks would turn into a skating rink. It's interesting how easy it is to remember all the sights and sounds and details especially when it just comes from a line in a song. It makes me want to get in the car and go down the highway, not necessarily to get anywhere, just to feel again the motion of going. Even though staying put seems natural you can never quite shake the ghost of a life on the move. Sometimes you have to feed the demon in whichever little way you can.
