Nasty Wellheads Gone

This morning at Hammonds reef, I was so close to the tug pulling the jack-up barge that just finished capping the two nasty wellheads at Summerland, I could hear the giant diesel engines throbbing.

Or was it my heart, swollen with pride, pounding in my chest?

I watched in the foreground a group of kids surfing, all friends and having a joyful time even though there was very little surf. I wondered if they realized what was passing slowly behind them.