Gawking at the big rig
There’s a new view on the road to town. It’s a sight that has been popping up all over Carroll County, Ohio for a couple of years, now. It’s a drilling rig for a gas well and this one is right beside the road. You can see everything up close and personal.
My daughter snapped a few photos when we drove by yesterday.
Take a look.
It’s surreal. I couldn’t help wondering what the cows in the adjoining pasture thought when they saw and heard this new neighbor. Would the folks living across the road even hear the sounds of summer with the racket of drills and pumps and trucks?
These changes are both fascinating and frustrating. I could make a list of the reasons this is beneficial and important and worthwhile. And I could speak from my heart and tell you I worry that it’s detrimental and degrading. Progress is scary, you know.
Many have and will benefit from what you see here. Thousands of dollars — millions, even — have been exchanging hands. There is no doubt some needed it desperately. Some were able to relax and breathe deeply for the first time in years. On the other hand … what happens to the land and the water and the scenery and the people and the traffic?
Rumors run rampant around these parts. There’s talk of a truck stop and a *gasp* Applebee’s and some day … heaven forbid, the Walmarts are coming. Really? Perhaps.
I’m not worried about shopping centers at the moment, though. I’m wondering when someone will say we need a four-lane highway to handle the traffic. I’m wondering if 20 years from now I’ll still pass fields and farms and orchards and vineyards and cattle and horses and Amish buggies. Or will they be gone with the winds of change and the high-dollar bounties paid for what pools below the rich, dark earth?
I don’t know. Does anyone really know? I heard someone say the other day, while I was standing in an unbelievably long line of strangers that stretched out the door of the Subway eatery in town …
Change is comin’ and we can’t stop it now.
I wanted to add … did we even try?