Dimock, Pa. – that’s where we went to do research for our seven-part series, “Boon or Bust?” appearing each Thursday in The Evening Sun. For those who may not know, it’s a Pennsylvania town finding itself swept into the center of the gas well controversy after dozens of people from the rural region accused Cabot Oil and Gas of polluting their wells while drilling.

Susquehanna is a county with about 10,000 less people than Chenango. Dimock is a rural town tucked into its hills – think Smyrna, McDonough.

The Borough of Montrose is the area’s biggest population center. Similar in size and development as Norwich, maybe a little smaller. One of its most obvious defining features is a several story, columned courthouse in the center of town – sound familiar?

There was an unknown moment of foreshadowing as we neared our destination in The Evening Sun Mystery Machine (aka white van #3). In the last leg of our hour and a half trip in early December, we anxiously searched the roadway for indications we were almost there. A trio of heavy work trucks drove past us and someone wondered if they were used for gas well drilling.

We passed so many dump trucks, tankers, and contractor pick-ups I couldn’t even estimate the number – hundreds probably. In every direction of travel you could rarely go more than a few minutes without the rev of a diesel engine being heard.

As we came into town I eagerly scanned the residential yards for political signs of objection and support. We needed some local comments and I figured signage would indicate an interview candidate willing to express a public opinion. Making a pass through the heart of Montrose, we spotted none. Eventually we saw a sign objecting to a new waterline project tied to gas development, but that was it. After seeing the number of signs in Chenango and the national focus on the Dimock area, I expected there to be heightened tension and politics. It was at least not displayed on the lawns.

At 9:51 a.m. we stopped at Lockharts, a gas station near Montrose. It was brimming with men in overalls and work boots, the routine pick-ups dotted the parking lot. The cashier, though a little rough around the edges at first, eventually admitted to us that the store’s business had been great. The increase of traveling automobiles and workers, most relating to gas development, brought obvious benefits to the gas station, she told us.

We meandered through several remote roads and got lost, temporarily. We passed the occasional trailer, farm house and gas well site in the middle of a vast woodlands – again, very similar.

The gas sites were not as common as the homes, but they were everywhere and often I was surprised with just how close their proximity seemed. There would be a house and a stone’s throw away from it, a gas well. From the yard of one family Brian Golden interviewed, you could hear the sound of gas compressors about a hundred yards away. They constantly ticked and hissed in muffled tones, in infinite reputation.

Other stretches of paved road near Montrose were alive with commercial construction. I saw several areas covered in construction plastic or landscape that had already been cleared out for a future parking lot or building. It was December when we took our trip; I have no doubt a better impression of this growth could be seen in the summer.

Most everyone I met at random, perhaps four or five conversations, each claimed to have benefited from the gas industry. The contracting business seemed to be doing well; lots of men were going to and fro covered in the mud of hard labor. A waitress said the gas workers were regulars who helped save the restaurant she worked for.