Now that I have left the cold tundra I find it easier to stay on line for more than 10 minutes at a time.As you can or can't see in the picture, there isn't much up here. There are no trees, bushes, shrubs, nothing. At this time of the year all that is there is snow, a few dumb caribou and some Artic Fox around.
The job went well, or else I wouldn't be in Anchorage tonight. My contact told me that some people in management would like to see me in camp for the next 365 days. I told him my company would like that also, but I may have an opinion on that subject.
The BP Milne Point camp was quite nice except that the desert tray was always open. It takes a quite a bit of willpower to stay away from the kitchen.
You know when you go to some restaurant's and they have the desert case that is behind glass and spins? Well they have one of those that is always full of pies and cakes and it goes round and round 24 hours a day and is always calling out my name as I try to pass it. It must be a marketing thing because you can only pass that devil machine so many times until it corrals you into it's clutches. Then it is over and the cookie case, right next to the devil machine, does not have the pulling power it use to have.
This is the real picture of the tundra. I took this out of my window as it is to cold to venture outside. This was one of those -40 degree days.
The pipes that are in the foreground of the picture carry the oil from the fields to the Aleyska Pipeline, down to Valdez and eventually into your car.
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