Field notes from Northeast Texas.
That wind sounded louder than I remembered but not nearly as cold sitting here as being out there in it and you dont get quite the feel for the blowing fine red dust that penetrated everything. Watching here I got a better idea of what was going on at the line than being there and shooting since we were so busy all the time we never got to see the other end of the line. Who knew we'd have to come home to sightsee. Good job Blackfork.
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