|Steam extraction of heavy crude oil|
As a child, I lived in a lovely, old house with a wrap-around screened porch and an oasis-like garden. I roamed roads of our oil-lease home on my bicycle, built forts with tumble weeds, played on the hillside "cliff," balanced on pipes across ditches, went rabbit hunting with my dad. It was a good place to be a kid.
The post WWII oil boom peaked in 1985, and the once prosperous oil town of Taft has shrunk to half it's former size. The air smells of hydrogen sulfide. All the houses where families once lived on the oil leases have been torn down, obliterated. They have been replaced by a dirt-bike raceway with a gated entrance where we once came over and down the hill onto the lease with a view of the office where my dad worked, the shops, neighbors and our home. The high-wage oil industry engineering and management jobs have been outsourced to San Francisco or Los Angeles.
|Honolulu Oil Lease, office, shops, neighbors & playmates|
|Lovely beach and ocean, Morro Bay|