ubigod's blog
Barge Work
01/10/06: A new year brings a new job on the ol' Pipeliner 5. This time we are mobbing out of the Freshwater City dock. This brings the van ride through the middle of the state, the area hit by Hurricane Rita. I was able to see Lake Charles and I’s southern areas. This area was not completely destroyed, but had areas hit hard by Hurricane Rita. I didn't have my camera with me, so I didn't take any pictures this time. The job was located in East Cameron 195. This was the first job in months that I haven't been able to see land on the horizon. That means one thing, DEPTH! The ocean floor was a 114 feet below. The job was to finish an assembly piece and lay a four inch pipeline. The bottom was consinst of sand and mud. The problem with sand, is that when you dig into the bottom the sand starts to fill into the hole. This can be a problem that can be solved with using an air lift. The air lift is a simple tube that is usually over six feet long, that has a mass amount of air pushing through it. The air is plumbed at the bottom of the tube and creates a vacuum as the air rushes to the surface.
Helicopter Ride
11/25/05: I finally removed myself from the Bay Of Marchand job, hoping to get on a better job. Which of course didn't happen. I found myself now on the dreaded Devon job. There are divers out there that are hiding from this job. This new job is even shallower than the last one. Still no chance of me getting some depth pay. This job is located in the Main Pass 69 area. This is right off the coast of Venice. The dock at Venice has still not reopened since being hit by Hurricane Katrina. So to get there, I have to take a helicopter. This is going to be the first helicopter ride for me. And what a hellish trip it is. Since our dispatchers are all ways on top of their game, they made the dive crew get to the parking lot, early. In fact about three hours early since they don't want to get two different vans for two different jobs. Actually it was a truck and not a van. So we get to the helicopter "port" three hours early. No one is there and we sleep in the trunk until 6am. This of course leads us to be yelled at by the helicopter dispatcher for being late. The actual helicopter ride wasn't bad, I wished that I had taken out my camera to take pictures though. We had a decent aerial view of Fouchon, Grand Isle and the coast line until we landed at the Devon Base in Main Pass 69.