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This used to be one of my favorite views. Now... not really. I understand that this operation is linked directly to the fuels we use ourselves, and I can accept that... though we are very conservative in our use of all resources. And I don't even mind sharing a little of what we benefit from to help someone else. That's the way it should be. The problem? The way this whole thing is handled - or mishandled. For a long time, neighbors - who have since moved away have said all they wanted was for industry to "do it right". Well duh. Us too. But so far, industry still operates as always. We haven't moved away. Where are you going to go? This place has already been sacrificed once. I believe you stand in the place where you live. So until these guys are done ripping the heck out of everything, we stand... and like the elk... we wait. [01-20-08] |
Entry - 01-20-08
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Well Progress Update - uh uh.... not so much.... |
Entry - 01-16-08
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In this session, there was a lot of concern by the COGCC mainly for flight-risks type small operators - some of the good ones of which I probably inadvertently insulted by making a crass "fly-by-night" reference (sorry, good operators. Bad operators - I stand by my assessment), in which reclamation was a potential concern and the state was worried about absorbing the costs of operators who flee in the night. Industry insisted that there were already three levels of assurance present in the existing series 700 rules: insurance, bond, emergency environmental fund - so, they asked, "where are there holes?" Where will the state be left holding the bag? But the state said the monies could well be insufficient given the level of environmental destruction that can occur. Industry huffed at this and on one hand, I can see why, when there are three stop-gaps in place where is the worry? But 1) fly-by-nighters don't give a hoot about the rules; 2) bonds are way way too small, and 3) the emergency fund will not cover widespread abandonment (this area has already experienced one bust only twenty years ago). And 4) just the seep alone cost and is still costing a fortune to mitigate. If a less-invested and fortified player faced the same situation, what would have happened? One guess. Also, industry disputed costs of actual reclamation. Industry said: 'We don't need an engineer to anticipate the costs - we use an landscape architect.' Conservationists said: 'We need an engineer, some areas will, in fact, cost way more to reclaim.' A small operator said: 'big companies will simply self-insure because they can afford it and the little guys won't be able to afford to bond. This will be unfair to us little guys.'. I personally cater to little fishes in big ponds, and there should be ways little guys can participate, but we have to find a better way to level the playing field than continue to allow insufficient funds for state reclamation and catastrophe. Conservationist folk said: 'landowners usually have to hire an attorney to fight for clean-up, so bond use is resisted.' The state then asked for bonds for un-bonded surface facilities which are currently outside the scope of consideration; and they also said, they need clarity on reclamation and remediation because sometimes both are needed. An EnCana folk brought up the fact that EnCana uses a landscape architect when reclaiming a pad. Now, I check myself when I say: this seemed reasonable to me. Did I say those words? Should I say those words? Should I concede that EnCana had a reasonable point? I'm so shell shocked that I have to wonder if it's not a trick. But of course I should concede this point. Absolutely, and bravo for their common sense. This is what happens when industry does so much bullying and gets away with it. You get so used to them pushing and taking and ruining, that you get kind of crazy-on-guard. It's hard to let down your guard and say 'hmm, yes, that is a good point, industry. Good point.' Plus, you risk whiplash on the double take. Now, I'm not sure why some conservationists are asking for a site engineer to estimate potential costs of reclamation. It sounds suspiciously like a government plan. Why would you need an engineer to contour and reseed? Good grief - I hope one wouldn't require a degree to scrape around a little soil and re-vegetate and put things back as they were. On the other hand, sometimes, I don't think there is any common sense any more. The most simple and obvious things seem to be the most elusive. If anything, it seems to be a horticulturist should be consulted to determine the culture and habit of various indigenous plant types, etc. And yes, drainage is vitally important, but does it take an engineer to accomplish this? This just seemed like an odd point to stick on. And I have to say that EnCana's enviro folk piped in to contribute a reasonable suggestion more than once. I was really proud. But also doubtful. It isn't like them. Which is maybe why the conservation folk asked for an engineer to evaluate anticipated reclamation needs and costs. Maybe they are asking for more than they need because they anticipate not even getting close to what is really necessary. This is a game that is sometimes played in negotiations - you know, the high ball, low ball game. I don't like this game. I say - be reasonable across the board and save everyone some time and hassles. But, I know what this industry can do to a reasonable person's countenance. Their propensity toward inappropriate action and ludicrous demands can cause you to develop all kinds of ticks and mental instability. Which is why I invited my dog to this meeting also, and asked his advice. One of my Shepard's is really good at thinking like industry. He does this thing with his ball where he'll bring it to you, but then only touch it to the back of your hand. If you turn your palm upward, he'll grab his ball away. It's this game, see. And he gets all excited chomping on his ball and he says: "You want my ball? Look at my ball, isn't it cool? You want to have it? I know you want to have it... here, you can touch it - see how I'm sharing?" He does this because he knows that human fingers cannot bend backward, so there is no real risk of any of us ever actually 'having' his ball. This is a game that industry plays too. They say, in their excitement over resource extraction: "You want fairness? We know you want fairness! We can be fair. Look how fair we are, see how we participate in meetings and offer suggestions and seem helpful and concerned...!" But they play this game knowing that certain regulations contain no real teeth, so there's no real threat to changing their operations. If - like our dog - they thought, for a second, that there was any chance of rulemaking changes making a significant impact to the status quo in any way they might see as a detriment, they'll take their ball away. So, when EnCana's folk suggested no need for an engineer to evaluate a well site, I asked my dog, who shared his opinion in the last meeting, what he thought. I put my hand over the receiver and said, "Is this really reasonable? What do you think? Is this some kind of trick?" And he looked at me from the corner of the sofa, then he looked at the ball on the floor. "It sounds okay," he said, "but I'd be cautious. Now, why don't you reach for my ball." It's so hard to keep him focused on the topic at hand. I think the idea behind asking for an engineer is so that the bond, which historically is set at $5,000 per site (or a $50,000 statewide blanket bond) and generally only applies to damaged crops, covers actual reclamation costs. What's happening is that in some cases, at least in Garfield County, reclamation isn't given a very high degree of importance, at least based on some observations of conservationists and me. I've personally seen a number of pads just left in a state of disastrous disregard. I've seen improper grading which can lead to storm water run-off of diesel fuel and spilled chemicals and junk from the site (storm-water run off that, by the way, industry used to recently be exempted from). I've seen pit waste, that was supposed to have been removed, simply bladed in. And these are instances around me, where people see and report it. What happens on public lands, where inspectors aren't summoned? And of course, irrigated crop land is often easier and less expensive to reclaim than wild lands, where you have a blend of indigenous ground cover, shrubs, trees and usually rocky drainage elevations. So maybe that's why conservationists asked for an engineer. Maybe they see the need for a holistic approach to assessing such features as well as placing a greater degree of accountability upon the assessment. Those are some valid points too. And all of this is complicated by the fact that, with directional drilling, more surface area is increasingly annexed to existing pads. Which puts the pad in a state of perpetual construction, what with stimulation and completions operations. So there's the interim period to think about. I mean, these sites just keep getting bigger and bigger. They are dusty, void, often contaminated sites useless to anything but big trucks. Additionally, These development sites are subject to sale. And this is how it generally works: the big guns, with the money to explore come in first and all the speculators gang around to see what happens. The big guys strike it big and the medium size guys come in and quickly seize all the holdings they can. The little guy is out scrounging investors. So all these wells get punched in the ground and lots of gas starts flowing. As the cream gets skimmed off the top, the wells produce less and less and become more of a pain in the patootie to operate. While the big dogs are acquiring the medium dogs, they are also selling off less- producing or more marginal wells to the little dogs, who are expanding their resource base and being sniffed out by bigger dogs. In the course of a sale, should contamination or failed reclamation exist, what better bargaining chip for the little dog assuming it as a liability. The little dog says: "Hey, if I have to assume this nasty 'whatever' here with this well, I'm negotiating a lower price." And they get it. And the site goes on being contaminated, because maybe the landowner is absentee and also holds the mineral rights and doesn't really give two hoots or a holler from his hammock in the Grand Caymans, as long as the royalty checks and margaritas keep coming. So by the time the well site is passed to the lowest bidder, and THEY finally flee into the night, the state is still left holding the bag. The state seems to think that a bulk of the problem with reclamation isn't with the big dogs who develop larger fields and therefore possess greater aggregate assets and a greater incentive to maintain a good relationship with the state permitting authority. The state seems to think that there is a segment of the operator population who is at risk of fleeing into the night when the cash runs out. I characterized them thusly: "the little guy who comes in and skims off whatever they can to just make a fast buck." the state was quick to say they would not characterize such operators the way I had, but it does tend to be the smaller outfits who pose the bigger problems with failed reclamation. Of course I did not mean to offend the little guy out there. I am a little guy. Well, not a 'guy'. But I support the little company out in the big world trying to make a decent profit. I was referring to those who really are the marginal, unsavory type of operator who would punch a hole and shun it in the dark of night. Who needs this type of scallywag running about? Because as I and the COGCC pointed out, it isn't just surface disturbance that has to be reclaimed. Some cases might require remediation of contaminated soils or ground water before reclamation can take place. The state talked about one area where improperly disposed of produced water has contaminated many acres of soil because of a total saturation of salts. And the state has asked also for bonding to apply to certain site facilities like open pits, condensate tanks, and glycol dehydrators. This ties right into why the state is also asking for an inventory of site equipment, because right now, they have no way of knowing how many pads are in the state, nor what kind of facilities may be located on them. Of course, I happen to believe that this is a very reasonable request that was discussed last week. And the state is saying, 'if we get stuck with some of these clean-up projects - you know, if the operator's walk away - we won't have enough funds to take care of the sites properly.' To this industry responds heartily with several key points: First of all, they say, and probably rightly so, 'why can't you find the operator?' To this I say - heck yeah - why can't you find them? But then, even if they could assets are a whole other issue. Then industry says, 'hey, the state already has three levels of reclamation assurance, so where are the gaps? 1) Operators have to have insurance against bodily injury etc. on the site regarding operations; 2) then there's the bond, and 3) that failing, you still have the emergency environmental fund. These are all good points, but the state is right - there are holes. Everyone gets assigned homework. Next week the COGCC is supposed to demonstrate where there is a lack of assurance, and also demonstrate a division in characterizing various stages of and need for reclamation together with their respective bonding requests. And industry is supposed to talk about reclamation practices and costs, in order to back up what is reasonable. Conservationists are asked to demonstrate where reclamation had failed. So anyway, ultimately, there seemed to be some confusion regarding interim reclamation and final reclamation of a site. That is, putting everything back the way it was (or better) after the well has been put in.
Whew. I hope my dog has an opening for next week. |
Entry - 01-20-08
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In The
News: Larry King Live: 01-20-08 Well, I just can’t let this Texas UFO sighting go by without comment. Being a natural-born Okie and one-time fellow Texan, I’m pretty sure I know what happened. I do now believe, after the coverage on CNN’s Larry King, that there definitely are alien life forms. And they definitely have visited our planet. I have also found that the video and testimony from the good folks in Stephenville has revealed not only the nature of the alien beings, but what their mission was here as well. It’s pretty clear to me that the aliens, who were piloting a spacecraft that is much bigger than those we normally hear of, were zooming through Stephenville on their way to a monster spaceship rally. That also means that the aliens were of the redneck variety – evidenced by the fact that they peeled out once they saw the law coming to investigate. This also demonstrates that they were males and up to no good. How can I be sure they were males? Well, handling the ship pretty well - like they’d done these kinds of low fly-bys before - they came in close enough to have buzzed another flyboy, and like a lot of guys not bothering to ask for directions, it’s evident that they were looking for E-A- R- T- H, not Erath! I can hear the conversation in the spacecraft cockpit: “Look-it Mwarkot, they’s a dude standin’ down there – let’s buzz ‘im” “Yee-haw Zorkon! Hold my beer and watch this!” “Holy Rorzots! They’s the LAW! Git it, git it! Hammer down, man, they’s gainin’ on us!” “Shut up dummy, did you see that sign down there? It said Erath, man – ERATH! The danged map said EARTH! I cain’t believe I let you navigate, man!” “Shut up, man!” and so on…. I am somehow comforted to know that, regardless of the size of their toys or transportation, men are similar, and therefore fairly predictable, the universe over. |
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Entry - 01-16-08
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We find ourselves in the midst of another cold snap. After
the COGCC meeting today, I went outside and
noticed the little birds - like juncoes, chickadees and titmice were still
hanging around scarfing up what little bits of seed they could find from
this morning's feed. Ordinarily, at this time of year, the birds wrap up their feeding and are hunkered down for the night by 3:30 pm or so. In the winter months, birds can loose as much as 15% of their body weight overnight burning up enough energy to stay alive. But, at 4:30 this evening -- 10 degrees and sundown -- there they were, pecking around in all the little hiding places where I stash bird seed of the morning. I stash it in little places because, every morning, the scrub jays and magpies also fly in for their share -- easily edging out the little ones. By strategically scattering it out in the open as well as in nooks and crannies everyone gets a beakful or two. Expecting temps tonight to dip below zero, I thought I'd better scatter a little more seed and also put out a little suet. The mixture I make is a blend of grains, sugars, fats and protein to get them jump started and to contribute a little lasting carbohydrate and compact energy for the bitter night or long freezing mornings ahead. After a couple of winter seasons playing around with recipes, here's the wings-down favorite among the feathered set, if you'd like to make some of your own. This makes enough for 1-3 cold mornings, depending on how big of a crowd your catering. This will also freeze well, so you can make up a big ol' batch and keep some on hand. Mix the following in a large mixing bowl: 2 Cups Flour Add in: P.S., other critters like this recipe too, like skunks and whatnot, but normally, this stuff barely hits the ground before all the winged creatures have it snapped up and in their hungry little bellies. Happy bird watching!
Junco wondering when I'm going to clear out and let it have its dinner... [01-16-08] |
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Entry - 01-16-08
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A Meeting With Rabbit It's kind of odd that lately I've experienced so much familiarity with creatures who are highly adaptable. At first, it was hawk, and then coyote. Now, rabbit is talking to me. On one hand it isn't odd at all. Those that adapt are the only likely candidates to hang around during a Rocky Mountain winter. And rabbits are among that class of animal. Like mice, they are often sustenance for predators of every kind, and nature has compensated such loss by giving them the inclination and ability to vigorously procreate. So, one morning I saw Rabbit near the porch and thought, okay - Rabbit is hanging out scarfing on seed just like the birds. I tend to only regard animals as 'teachers' when they appear to me in their wild state. If I see them in the wild on their terms, then I believe they are speaking to my heart. It I see them because I am offering them some incentive to come near me despite their natural reluctance to do so, this I consider more of a disruption to the natural dynamic between human and wild critter. But no, with Rabbit, it was more than coming close for food. Because it's where I see rabbit, and for how long, and under what conditions. That's what makes my encounter with Rabbit odd. The other night I saw Rabbit hanging around in the dark of night near one of the seed feeding stations. I thought to myself, you know, we take a lot for granted sometimes. Like popping a piece of bread in the toaster to fill our tummies. Like having a warm home. A simple cup of hot tea or coffee - things relatively on demand and within reach. And I thought about Rabbit hanging around the porch, and how it didn't have such luxuries. Sure - it had a burrow and a natural fur coat. But here it was in the freezing winter night, scrounging what it could find. So, I, again, gave thanks for my own dinner, and brought out the vegetable trimmings from a salad. I would have scattered them over the ledge for the magpies, jays, deer and rabbits to munch on the next morning, but seeing the boldness of this shy critter made the need seem greater, more urgent. So, I brought out the lettuce and the pepper stems and whatnot and placed them where Rabbit had been moments before, hoping it would find the windfall and sleep a little more warmly and with a little less worry or struggle that night. But the next morning, the food was still there. I left it. That night, the food was still there. I left it. The next morning I gathered the frozen pieces and scattered it over the ledge. Strange, but okay. The next day our pups went out for a romp and whereas, they ordinarily chase after a bunny till it shoots into the woodpile, or into the brambles, or under the house - this time, they just looked at it an ignored it. Was it a spirit Rabbit? That afternoon I walked outside and saw Rabbit sitting on a snowbank some distance from the house. Just hunkered down sitting in the sun. It saw me and just sat there, looking at me and making no effort to move. Could this be a sick rabbit? I remained in its presence for some time - maybe five minutes - going about my chores, before it finally hopped away. This morning, there was Rabbit again, playing about by the feeding stations near the porch. The dogs, of course, saw it and chased it under a vehicle. Everything is back to normal it seems. Dogs doing what they do. Me, doing what I do. Rabbits doing what they do. But there was a brief time, when Rabbit's actions were a little out of character, and that's when I listened more closely. These last three weeks have been an emotionally healing and recuperative time for me. A time to realign my approach. Reassess how I fit within the realm I occupy -- and I'm not talking about after-holiday weight-gain, although that too. I has been a time to recalibrate meaning. I do this a lot, but this is a time of concentrated effort. And I've received the wisdom of three creatures who have brought me specific messages and steered me gently toward a path of more holistic understanding. Hawk said to see the big picture. Coyote said to relax and play. Rabbit says, you don't have to rely on the kindness of a fool in the darkness bringing you salad. Sometimes you can just rest in the sun on a snowbank and the dogs won't chase you. Sometimes you have to duck under a car. Be alert to changing circumstances and motivations. Be adaptable. Okay, Rabbit, I'll try. Sometimes what I could really use is someone to come in and remind me to
take the eggs off the stove. My eggs have now gone from hard-boiled to
pan-roasted. Be adaptable. Be adaptable. Maybe roasted eggs won't be so bad. |
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As you can see by an absence of sage, this is a very well and long-used game trail. [01-20-08] |
Would you ever have guessed what a busy intersection this meadow is? [01-20-08] |
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