10:00PM; December 25, 2013. Bush camp - North West Territories, Canada. -24C; heavy cloud cover; snowing; no starlight or moonlight. Sitting in the office shack crunching numbers.
The crews that did the dayshift 12s on the rigs are sleeping off the turkey dinner and the nightshift crews are three hours into their 12 hour shifts on the rigs, packing turkey sandwiches for their lunches.
The cook did yeoman service providing us with a solid traditional turkey dinner with mashed potatoes, brussels sprouts, carrots, and parsnips. He made old fashioned Christmas pudding with a great hard sauce (I relented and let him add rum to the hard sauce). Cook talked me into rigging deep friers for these turkeys. I was puzzled about this when he asked me but I quickly devised a couple of deep friers from wide diameter pipe, propane bottles and burners 'borrowed' from hot air blowers on one of the rigs. Deep fried turkey was new to me. I recommend it if you haven't tried it. Lovely moist turkey meat.
Christmas at an exploration camp in the bush - no family, no gifts, no booze, no entertainment; just work, sleep, food, and the same f-bomb laced conversations with my guys.
I hope that my fellow tusclers did much better than this for their Christmases.
Merry Christmas. Joyeux Noel.


ifn I wuz up ther id be fucken dat tourkee befor it got fried !