Jan 31 2025 2 mins 1
This is your Caliche Road: Tales from the Heart of Oil Country podcast.
I'm sitting here on the porch of my family's old ranch house, sipping sweet tea and watching the sun set over the vast expanse of West Texas. My name's Bob D. Henderson, and I've spent my fair share of years traversing these dusty backroads and lease roads, working as a land surveyor for Continental Oil, or Conoco as we called it.
It was the 1950s, and the oil boom was in full swing. My wife Ann and I were newlyweds, and we spent our early years together moving from town to town, following the oil rigs and survey crews. We lived in Aspermont, Pecos, Decatur, Gainesville, and Denison, just to name a few. It was a nomadic life, but it was exciting, and we were young and full of adventure.
I remember the time we were surveying a remote mountainous area, and one of my team members got stung by a scorpion. We were half a day's walk from the truck, and I had to carry him on my back to get him to safety. Or the time we came across old rock fences, makeshift forts built by the early settlers to protect themselves from Apache raids. I always kept an eye out for spear points and arrowheads, and I built a collection over the years that included everything from bridle bits to saddles.
But it wasn't all rough and tumble. We had our share of good times, too. We'd camp out under the stars, and I'd tell Ann stories of the old pioneers who settled this land. We'd pretend to be them, exploring the wilderness and making our own way. And when we finally settled down in Fort Worth, after 13 hard years and five children, we knew we'd made it through the tough times and come out stronger on the other side.
As I look out at the landscape now, I see the wind turbines dotting the horizon, a new era of energy production in West Texas. It's a different world, but the same spirit of adventure and resilience remains. And I'm proud to have been a part of it, to have traveled these winding lease roads and dusty backroads, and to have shared in the stories of the roughnecks, ranchers, and locals who call this unforgiving landscape home.
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I'm sitting here on the porch of my family's old ranch house, sipping sweet tea and watching the sun set over the vast expanse of West Texas. My name's Bob D. Henderson, and I've spent my fair share of years traversing these dusty backroads and lease roads, working as a land surveyor for Continental Oil, or Conoco as we called it.
It was the 1950s, and the oil boom was in full swing. My wife Ann and I were newlyweds, and we spent our early years together moving from town to town, following the oil rigs and survey crews. We lived in Aspermont, Pecos, Decatur, Gainesville, and Denison, just to name a few. It was a nomadic life, but it was exciting, and we were young and full of adventure.
I remember the time we were surveying a remote mountainous area, and one of my team members got stung by a scorpion. We were half a day's walk from the truck, and I had to carry him on my back to get him to safety. Or the time we came across old rock fences, makeshift forts built by the early settlers to protect themselves from Apache raids. I always kept an eye out for spear points and arrowheads, and I built a collection over the years that included everything from bridle bits to saddles.
But it wasn't all rough and tumble. We had our share of good times, too. We'd camp out under the stars, and I'd tell Ann stories of the old pioneers who settled this land. We'd pretend to be them, exploring the wilderness and making our own way. And when we finally settled down in Fort Worth, after 13 hard years and five children, we knew we'd made it through the tough times and come out stronger on the other side.
As I look out at the landscape now, I see the wind turbines dotting the horizon, a new era of energy production in West Texas. It's a different world, but the same spirit of adventure and resilience remains. And I'm proud to have been a part of it, to have traveled these winding lease roads and dusty backroads, and to have shared in the stories of the roughnecks, ranchers, and locals who call this unforgiving landscape home.
For more http://www.quietplease.ai
Get the best deals https://amzn.to/3ODvOta
