Stacey Visits an Offshore Oil Rig
Stacey can't sleep. She's too excited. Tomorrow she's going to work with her Dad. Her
friend Susie is helping her mom at the bakery. Tanya is going to the office with her dad.
But Stacey is going on a special trip.
Stacey's going out into the Gulf of Mexico on a boat. Her Dad works on an oil rig. He
looks for oil buried deep in the rocks under the water.
Before daylight, her Dad wakes her. They drive to the dock in the early morning darkness.
A crew boat is waiting. Stacey and her Dad jump onto the boat. Other people climb aboard
carrying suitcases.
"Dad," asks Stacey, "are all these people going to stay on the rig for
three weeks like you do?"
"Most of them will. But not you. You'll ride back this evening with the workers
going home."
The crew boat takes off and Stacey watches the sun rise over the water. It's a
beautiful sight. The workers tell her stories about life on the rig, watching movies and
playing cards. Last year, Stacey had Christmas a week late because her Dad was working.
"How deep is the water, Dad?" she asks. "All I see is water every way I
look."
"Under the rig, the water's about 300 feet deep. It's a shallow rig. Some rigs are
in water almost a mile deep. Those are floating rigs tied to the bottom by big
cables."
Suddenly, Dad points to a tower on the horizon. "There she is, Stacey. There's my
office."
At first, the rig looks tiny. It grows and grows as they get closer.
"Dad, how did you build the rig way out here?" Stacey wants to know.
Her Dad laughs. "We didn't build it out here, Stacey. We built it on shore, then
towed it out here on a big barge. It took almost a year to build."
The crew boat pulls up to the rig. A big basket drops down from the deck above them.
"Jump into the air tugger, Stacey," says her Dad, giving her a hand,
"and hold on tight."
"Is this the only way to get up there, Dad?"
"Yep, the only way when you come by boat. The helicopters land right on the deck.
I hope the tugger operator is in a good mood
today. Sometimes he dips new people into the water before he lifts them up."
"Dad, he won't do that, will he? I didn't bring extra clothes!"
"Don't worry, Stacey, we've got a laundry room on the rig. Hang on, here we
go!"
Stacey holds on as the basket sways in the wind. The ride up takes only a minute. They
climb out of the air tugger onto the rig deck. It's huge with ladders and machines
everywhere.
"Let's go see the kitchen first, Stacey," says her Dad. "I'm
hungry."
"Me, too!" answers Stacey. "I didn't get any breakfast." They climb
down a ladder to a lower deck.
Stacey can't wait to eat on the rig. Her Dad has told her about the food -- four meals
a day. She'd eat macaroni and cheese at every meal.
After they eat, her Dad shows her the bunk room where he sleeps. There are bunks for
four people in the room. He shows her the rec room where the workers play pool and watch
movies. He shows her the laundry room and the bathroom and the showers.
Stacey is troubled. "Dad, where does the waste go? You don't dump it in the water,
do you?"
"Oh, no, we'd never do that. It all goes into a big tank and a boat takes it to
shore. Some of the really big rigs have their own waste treatment plants."
Her Dad grabs her hand and pulls her up a ladder. "We've got a neat machine up
here. It takes the salt out of the sea water. It makes clean water for us to use, so we
don't have to ship it from shore."
"Dad, this is just like a little city out here," says Stacey. "You've
got everything."
"Well, not everything. I hate not being able to call you every day when I'm gone
so long."
"I
know," answers Stacey, "but, when you do come home, you're home for three weeks.
Now show me how you drill for oil. That's what I really want to see!"
Stacey and her dad climb back up to the rig deck. He shows a map of the sea floor under
the rig. There are twenty X's on the map. They plan to drill a well on each X to look for
oil.
Stacey's dad shows her the pipes where the drills go down into the water. He shows her
the machines that run the drills. He shows her the X where they are drilling today.
"What happens when you find oil, Dad?" asks Stacey.
"We pump it out of the rock into a pipe. Then an oil tanker takes it to a refinery
on shore."
"Doesn't any of the oil leak into the water?"
"We're very careful, Stacey. We know that oil can pollute the water and hurt the
fish and plants. We do everything we can to keep any oil from leaking into the water. Let
me show you what I do."
Her Dad leads Stacey into a room filled with computers and machines.
"Wow, Dad! This is where you work? It's so cool!"
"This is it, Stacey. I use these machines to control the wells. I make sure the
oil and gas don't come out too fast. I'm called a blow-out specialist."
"A blow-out specialist. I like that. What's next?"
"Let's swing by the kitchen and grab a snack. Then I want to take you back up on
deck. I've got one more thing to show you."
"Sounds good to me, Dad. I'm getting hungry."
Stacey and Dad have a snack and climb up to the deck. They walk to the railing. Way
down below, Stacey sees two people fishing.
"I've caught some great fish down there, Stacey," says her Dad.
Stacey smiles. "I'm glad you take care of the water, Dad. You know how important
that is to me."
Suddenly her smile turns into a frown. "What do you do when a storm comes?
Couldn't that make the oil spill?"
"Storms can be dangerous, Stacey. The first thing we do is shut off the drills.
Then, if the storm looks bad, we send most of the workers to shore. Only necessary people
stay on the rig."
"You always stay, don't you, Dad?"
"Yes, I do. It's part of my job."
"Do you ever get scared?"
"Excited maybe, but not really scared. I would leave if I thought there were a
real danger. Don't worry."
All of a sudden, a siren begins to blow. Stacey jumps. "What's that, Dad? Is
something wrong?"
"Not a thing, Stacey. That's the siren to let us know the crew boat is about to
leave for shore. Anybody who misses the boat will have to stay on the rig for two days,
until the next crew boat comes."
"Let's miss it, Dad. I love it out here. I want to work on a rig, too. Maybe I'll
be a blow-out specialist, just like you."
"You can be anything you want to be, Stacey, when you grow up. But, right now,
we're getting back into the air tugger."
Stacey and her Dad climb in and wave good-bye to the crew. As they near the boat, the
operator dips the basket into the water.
Stacey shakes her fist at him and laughs. As the crew boat heads into the sunset,
Stacey's hand slips into her father's. It has been a perfect day, even if her feet are
wet.
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