Yes by I tell ya there's nothing like the sound of 10 frac pumpers running all at once, driving millions of liters of water mixed with about 400 tonnes of sand down into a hole in the ground at 3 in the morning.
Not many of us have had the pleasure of hearing 28 tractor trailer engines roaring to their limit in a collective effort to push a slurry of mud and acid into the ground at over 6500 PSI. It's quite an awesome spectical, the noise is deafening the raw power is incomprehensible and the nerves are on edge.
Many pieces of pipe with a burst rate of 15000 PSI are linked together connected to pumpers creating a brutally crushing amount of pressure down these lines. You'd swear you can feel the earth beneath you shake. The wind roaring up the fine sand off the belts making it look like a blizzard at times, the fine grit in your teeth, the sand sticking to the sweat on your brow makes for an unforgettable experience. Watching the pipe shake on the ground like only frac pipe does. You could almost ride the pipe at times it seems - it shakes so much.
Licking my lips now brings more grit into my teeth, glad I'm not out there now in that storm of blowing sand, echoed by the sound of the exhaust clapper hitting the exhaust pipe over and over again as the tractors give it all they have. The smell of diesel exhaust, like the sound of the machinery and tractor's engines revving pierces everything around you and yet, oddly enough there are hundreds of field mice scurrying about everywhere.
Not many of us have had the pleasure of hearing 28 tractor trailer engines roaring to their limit in a collective effort to push a slurry of mud and acid into the ground at over 6500 PSI. It's quite an awesome spectical, the noise is deafening the raw power is incomprehensible and the nerves are on edge.
Many pieces of pipe with a burst rate of 15000 PSI are linked together connected to pumpers creating a brutally crushing amount of pressure down these lines. You'd swear you can feel the earth beneath you shake. The wind roaring up the fine sand off the belts making it look like a blizzard at times, the fine grit in your teeth, the sand sticking to the sweat on your brow makes for an unforgettable experience. Watching the pipe shake on the ground like only frac pipe does. You could almost ride the pipe at times it seems - it shakes so much.
Licking my lips now brings more grit into my teeth, glad I'm not out there now in that storm of blowing sand, echoed by the sound of the exhaust clapper hitting the exhaust pipe over and over again as the tractors give it all they have. The smell of diesel exhaust, like the sound of the machinery and tractor's engines revving pierces everything around you and yet, oddly enough there are hundreds of field mice scurrying about everywhere.
