I spent the night at the Roosevelt Inn. They have a charger so I took full advantage of it. I woke up the next morning and to my surprise found out this hotel was also a hub for construction workers that worked on the pipelines. Anxious to try and have coffee with a couple to see if I could get perspective on the oil situation, I found myself eating eggs with a crew of oil workers. Works for me, I thought.
As I inquired about their feelings on oil/nature/climate change, a consistent theme came about—“No matter how we look at it, the world will always need oil for rocket fuels and plastic,” one worker told me. When asked if they felt guilty for working inside part of the problem, they asked me how much I knew about climate change or oil. “Not very much,” I responded honestly, “but that’s why I was up here, to learn.”