At 3 a.m., a near disaster
It's May 1964. I'm on a drilling rig in the Libyan Sahara Desert at 3 a.m., staring at the geolograph for two hours. About every 12 minutes the stylus makes a red line on t…
It's May 1964. I'm on a drilling rig in the Libyan Sahara Desert at 3 a.m., staring at the geolograph for two hours. About every 12 minutes the stylus makes a red line on t…