When the Lewis & Clark Expedition departed Fort Mandan on April 7, 1805, Lewis noted in his journal, “we were now about to penetrate a country at least two thousand miles in width, on which the foot of civillized man had never trodden; the good or evil it had in store for us was for experiment yet to determine, and these little vessells contained every article by which we were to expect to subsist or defend ourselves.”
Welcome to Boomtown
Jeff Arpin, my granddaughter Kayla, and I are happy to be finally heading due west. On the advice of several long-haul truckers at a refueling stop, we have forsaken SR1804 for U.S. 2 due to the former being clogged with vehicles and in a state of considerable disrepair.
Crossing the rolling terrain of western North Dakota, we see amber waves of grain swaying in the prairie wind. Towering clouds of wheat dust chart the progress of combines harvesting ripened crops. We pass a caravan of trucks transporting outsized harvesting machinery.
Thousands of feet below this glaciated expanse of prairie is the Bakken shale formation where vast reserves of oil and gas are being extracted—thanks to new horizontal drilling technology and a process known as hydraulic fracturing, or fracking. Some 200 drilling rigs form the epicenter of this black gold rush in the modern-day boomtown of Williston, ND.
Workers have migrated here from all over the country to partake in the bounty. But it’s not an easy life working long hours outside in extreme weather and sleeping in all manner of temporary, dormitory-style housing. One trailer has a sunroom constructed of clear plastic tarps, 2x4s, and a liberal helping of duct tape.
Riding into town, our Can-Ams are dwarfed by oil field monster machines. Thankfully, we arrive at our overnight accommodations without getting squashed by the swarming colony of gigantic vehicles.