This is Bert—and Guess Who’s got her down at the job? She’s standing on the caterpillar track of a Lima Rig nine-feet off the ground. It’s Sunday and the construction site is shut down, but the Wyoming wind—that never rests.
55 miles-per-hour, it sweeps across the dusty plain, blowing construction debris all to hell.
Scouting around the empty job site is a Walt favorite and he’ll recruit anyone who dares, because being alone is not a Walt favorite. Climbing this, digging for that—an hour into this kind of activity, Walt’s accomplice-for-the-day usually voices concern: “We’re not supposed to scale this fence, that’s a restricted area, are you allowed to remove that from the pile, what if somebody sees, shouldn’t we turn back?”
But worrying has never been Walt’s style. Or refraining from the full experience. “Nahhh,” he says, raking the thick hair from his brow and flashing a devilish grin.