Refueling at Ensenada this past weekend. The fuelers wear purple vests, as they do in the U.S. Navy and elsewhere. Back in the day we affectionately called them grapes, although I didn’t attempt to translate that sentiment to these two.
The rest of the day we refueled out in the field, in the middle of a literal field next to an orchard, from 55 gallon drums in the back of a truck.
