You could see a lot of those rigs burning flares at night. I dropped a set of raybans down to the bottom of one of those rigs trying to tie a boat up. Wave smacked me in the face and away they went. I would take a kayak out and surf it in on the waves coming into sand Island on the south end. Had to fly out to one of the rigs to replace some bad wiring. The cook kept apologizing about not knowing anyone was coming out or he would have fixed a better meal. Those were some of the best hotdogs I have ever eaten.