City Park Walkabout- By Ken Bailey
Back in August we had one of our favorite bloggers and photographers and all round oil geek visit us here in the wild and remote west. Rangely's changed a lot over the years, and while he was here one hot August evening, Ken took a walk and noted some of the differences and changes. He writes:
I couldn't sleep. Sooo.... just as on my last visit, I put on my duds, slipped out of the motel, and did a dawn Rangely walkabout. This time, however, my wanderings were not merely confined to Main Street.
Staring at a good place to start -- the former site of dead oil well Mary E. Hefley #4 ... I cut south, past the old camp house my family once called home, and then into the City Park...
A place for RVs
"A standard derrick [and] nodding pump, nodding pump, for sixty years or more, had pumped the oil that built our town, and put it on the map ... today, old 4's a parking lot, where RV's take a nap." So said the poem that Billy Brenton put to music in 2016 (written by Yours Truly).. and so it is. Here is the RV parking lot where No. 4 pumped oil from 1947 to 2003...
1) The same site, with Mary Hefley well #4 in place, 1967.
Morrison Avenue in the early morning, looking south. The City Park is in the distance ... but, first, I have a stop to make...
This home is, or is near, the home for Mr. Grubb, the Art Teacher at RHS, back in my day. Today, another notable Rangelyite lives here... a man who was also a school-kid the same years I was, Mr. Kelvin White! Across the street from No. 4, no less!
A sign of home
Here we go... who says you can't go home again? Bank left , Mr. Navigator, and put the landing gear down...
Coming Home, Sort of
Cottonwood Drive. Model Rockets were built here. Lawns were mowed here to pay for oilfield film development. A schoolkid walked down this very street every day, fifty years ago. Today? I walk a bit more ... slowly -- my legs are not twelve year old legs anymore!
"The Cottonwood, so big and tall, which graced our lawn with shade, and dropped a billion sticky leaves, which a thick carpet made -- upon our lawn, come every fall, today is dead and dry...." (From the poem again). Well, since I was here last time, the 'dead and dry' Cottonwood Tree has been removed ... it was just a ways to the right of the light pole. But that's the old homestead ... once a part of the Pipeline Camp, which -- with the adjoining Stanolind Camp -- was annexed into the town.
Same house, back in the day. (1970).
Oil Geek himself, back in the day
We aren't done here, we'll be posting the rest of Ken's Adventure in the wild and remote west Rangely in a few days so be sure to check back!