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And We Have a Title…

Well, after another long day at the power plant, and on the long drive home from the power plant, I was wracking my mind for something, anything to write a post about.  Nothing came to mind.  Same thing happened last night so I copped out and threw up some mediocre cell phone pictures instead; the night before that I wrote a mediocre post and included some pedestrian pictures of Bismarck.

I normally like my blog posts.  I enjoy going back and reading the post from the night before, or checking out the pictures.  I guess it’s the English major in me, but I enjoy writing, and reading, and generally like my work.  Not the past few days.  I came damn close to deleting the ‘Welcome to Bismarck’ post due to the fact that it’s entirely unremarkable.

Well it hit me tonight at dinner.  It’s not me, it’s Bismarck.  I went a little farther back and read some past posts about little towns in Germany, enjoyed the pictures I put up about Colorado, and in general, didn’t hate my stuff.  It’s not that the past few posts have been moderately boring at best.  It’s that the subject, this job in Bismarck, has been moderately boring at best.  This place, this hotel, this town, this job, this daily routine is exactly why I titled my blog what I did.

This is the utterly unromantic side of the travel job.  The past few months I’ve been to Europe a handful of times, and seen a fair amount of shit that was quite, well, remarkable.  My current sojourn in Bismarck is more like what the job was like for my first 3 years before our German stuff blew up.  My routine here is: wake up, fast food breakfast, hour drive to work, work all day with a break for lunch, hour drive home, dinner at a chain restaurant, a beer or three in the hotel lounge, go to bed, repeat six times.  It’s astonishingly dull.

The fact that we’re so far out in the boonies for this gig makes it even worse.  We put in at least 10 hours a day at the plant, and with a bit over a two-hour round trip commute, it’s meant leaving at 6:30 in the AM and getting home around 7:00.  Power plants are still hot and dirty, so the first order of business upon returning home is showering and changing out of my work fatigues.  I sneak in a few minutes in the mediocre-at-best “fitness” room (it’s a treadmill and a really dilapidated home gym system) and by then it’s approaching 8:00 and it’s dinner time.  We head out for a bite to eat and get home around 9:30, nine hours before I have to leave the next morning for work.  Maybe two hours a night is all I get to myself.

This is the kind of job that makes me tell people they’re crazy for envying my lifestyle.  Don’t get me wrong, it has its perks.   The free flights and hotel rooms are fantastic.  In fact I’m heading to Miami in less than a week for my best friend’s wedding, and the ticket cost me 5 dollars; less than my fast food breakfasts.  The times I get paid good money to spend four hours sitting in a crazy comfortable business class seat while sipping free glasses of wine are pretty bad-ass as well.  Getting to stand on the Eiffel tower was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

But for every one of those little benefits, there are a good number of nights like tonight, and plenty of weeks like this week.   For every trip to Europe there are a dozen trips to Muleshoe, Texas or equivalent.  For every time I’ve shared a few drinks with new friends while strolling along the Rhine River, there are countless nights sipping a Fat Tire alone in the Comfort Inn in Bismarck.  For every remarkable experience where I feel like I’m living life to the fullest, there are an undeniably trying number of remarkably unremarkable nights where I feel like my twenties are slipping away like a fistful of sand.

So here’s to getting my shit done and getting the shit out of this shithole town.  Here’s to the next once-in-a-lifetime experience.  With any luck it’ll be next week.


-B. Littleton.


Filed under The Road, The Work

A Sunrise In Stanton

Well, we’ve put in just about 24 hours in 2 days, and as such I’m too damn tired to do anymore than throw up some cell phone pictures of this morning’s sunset.  Enjoy.

The sun just starting to show itself on the long drive from Bismarck to Stanton. Clearly took this from a moving car.

One more from the car. There's the plant there on the left.

Ok, here's an actual good picture. The sun coming up through the transformers once we got to the plant.

Finally, from the roof of the plant. Like I said, all the nothing makes for some pretty impressive sunrises and sunsets. Believe it or not, that's the Missouri River on the left.


Off to bed.  If I can find anything even remotely interesting about which to write around here, rest assured I’ll write about it.

-B. Littleton

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Welcome To Bismarck

Tonight I write to you from the lounge at the Comfort Inn in Bismarck, North Dakota.  This place is actually pretty busy, which speaks volumes about the amount of stuff there is, or isn’t, to do around here.  There was actually a birthday party up in here last night.  At the Comfort Inn.  It’s never a good sign when the Comfort Inn hotel bar is busy.  So far I’ve only been to two places where the trashy hotel bar was actually a destination for people other than the patrons of the hotel themselves: Cross Lanes, WV, and now Bismarck, ND.  That’s not exactly select company.  I get the impression about the only things people do for fun around here are work an oil rig, drink, and watch the North Dakota Fightin’ Sioux play hockey (while drinking of course).

Inviting, right?

So far I’ve been pretty impressed by the amount of nothing around here.  And coming from a dude who spends a fair amount of time in the mountains, and West Texas for that matter, that’s saying something.  The plant is a touch over an hour from the hotel in a little town called Stanton, which in and of itself speaks to the nothingness, we couldn’t even find a hotel within 50 miles of the plant and that’s hard to do.  Or not do I guess. Whatever, you get the point.

The office for this week.

Home sweet home.

The drive is kinda pretty in its own way; all the nothing made for a pretty sunset this evening.  But that’s about where the charm ends.  It was an unseasonably balmy 50 degrees today, but by the end of the week we’re due to get some more appropriate January in damn-near-Canada weather.  We’re looking at highs around 20 by the end of the trip, which from what I hear isn’t even close to bad for this place, but even for a Colorado boy, that’s just too damn cold.

Last night's sunset from out front of the 4-gate airport in Bismarck.

Apparently, people in Stanton can read. Bless their hearts, they oughta be celebrating.

Our lunch spot. The Cafe DuMond in Stanton, ND. I tried to order the escargot, but apparently it's just a clever name...

 I suppose this is about what I expected.  I didn’t harbor any delusions of grandeur for this trip.  So I’ll do me some work, earn me some OT, and try to steer clear of the drunken rough-necks in the lounge and with any luck I’ll make it home sans-frostbite and without being stuffed into a wood-chipper.

Wish me luck.

-B. Littleton


Filed under The Road, The Sights, The Sights of the Good Ol' US of A