I'm at Jolly Mesa again and we are moving Cyclone 30 once more. It was a beautiful day. The sun was out and everyone was experiencing spring fever. I'm standing next to a small track hoe who showed up to widen the road so it would be easier for our trucks to move the rig. The funny thing is, we were just about finished! He showed up two days too late!
{That's usually how things happen around here. A day late and a dollar short} Oh wow! That sounds like a title to a country western song! tee hee
This is a lowboy that hauled a spool of waterline up the mountain. My truck is parked behind the red one.
This guy is really good. He really knew how to work that track hoe. I really enjoyed watching him.
These are a few"friends" who wondered into the neighborhood. They are right in front of my truck. The pics are a bit foggy because there is alot of dust covering my windshield from big trucks stirring up the dirt as they go by. A dump truck driver went by real slow and he tells me that he doesn't want to cover me in dust and I thanked him. It wan't too long before another big truck went by and was apologetic for all the dust he kicked up. I replied, "Oh, cough...that's...cough,cough...alright. I'll...cough...be able...cough,cough...to breath....cough...again...cough, soon enough. Cough, cough, cough." He laughed...but I think he felt sort of sheepish.
And no Colton...these are not cows. Grandma loves you anyway!
It was a long 13 hours but fun too.