“Do you hear that?” Denise asked, shaking her husband awake.
“Hear what?” Claude asked.
“That loud humming sound,” she said, “and occasional pounding noises.”
Claude listened. “Yeah, I hear it, too. But I don’t understand. We’re so far out in the wilderness that all we should hear are the sounds of nature.” He crawled out of their sleeping bag and opened up their tent’s front flap.
“That’s strange,” he said, looking out. “It’s not even dawn yet, but the sky over that ridge is glowing, making it look like the sun has already risen. Grab your backpack, Denise. We’re going to investigate.”
Claude and Denise grabbed their hiking gear and headed off in the direction of the humming sound and the unusual lights. It took nearly half a day for them to reach the ridge. By then the noise was very loud and the pounding sounds was like that of pile drivers.
They slowly made their way to the edge of the ridge and surveyed what they saw. “I don’t get it. This is federally protected wilderness land,” Denise said. “How can they have permitted this land to be used for an oil field and for fracking? This is horrible. And isn’t it illegal to drill on these federal lands?”
“I have a two-words for you, Denise, and you’re not going to like it,” Claude said.
“I am pretty sure I already know,” Denise sighed. “Donald Trump.”
Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.