Month: December 2020

Puerto Rico Electricity-Recovery Contract: $319-Per-Hour Line Workers

first_img FacebookTwitterLinkedInEmailPrint分享Washington Post:For the sprawling effort to restore Puerto Rico’s crippled electrical grid, the territory’s state-owned utility has turned to a two-year-old company from Montana that had just two full-time employees on the day Hurricane Maria made landfall.The company, Whitefish Energy, said last week that it had signed a $300 million contract with the Puerto Rico Electric Power Authority to repair and reconstruct large portions of the island’s electrical infrastructure. The contract is the biggest yet issued in the troubled relief effort.Whitefish said Monday that it has 280 workers in the territory, using linemen from across the country, most of them as subcontractors, and that the number grows on average from 10 to 20 people a day. It said it was close to completing infrastructure work that will energize some of the key industrial facilities that are critical to restarting the local economy.The power authority, also known as PREPA, opted to hire Whitefish rather than activate the “mutual aid” arrangements it has with other utilities. For many years, such agreements have helped U.S. utilities — including those in Florida and Texas recently — to recover quickly after natural disasters.The unusual decision to instead hire a tiny for-profit company is drawing scrutiny from Congress and comes amid concerns about bankrupt Puerto Rico’s spending as it seeks to provide relief to its 3.4 million residents, the great majority of whom remain without power a month after the storm.“The fact that there are so many utilities with experience in this and a huge track record of helping each other out, it is at least odd why [the utility] would go to Whitefish,” said Susan F. Tierney, a former senior official at the Energy Department and state regulatory agencies. “I’m scratching my head wondering how it all adds up.”The House Committee on Natural Resources is examining Whitefish’s role in Puerto Rico, said Parish Braden, a spokesman for the committee. The hiring of the little-known company has been noted by the trade publications Utility Dive and E&E News.Under the contract, the hourly rate was set at $330 for a site supervisor, and at $227.88 for a “journeyman lineman.” The cost for subcontractors, which make up the bulk of Whitefish’s workforce, is $462 per hour for a supervisor and $319.04 for a lineman. Whitefish also charges nightly accommodation fees of $332 per worker and almost $80 per day for food.Only eight contracts larger than $20 million have been approved for Puerto Rico by the Federal Emergency Management Agency and the Army Corps of Engineers, with half of those for shipments of food and bottled water. Whitefish’s contract surpasses the $240 million contract the Army Corps awarded to engineering giant Fluor to “augment ongoing efforts” to repair the power grid.The commonwealth, strapped for funds before Hurricane Maria hit, is expected to run out of cash as early as the end of the month, according to people familiar with the island’s finances. And even if the Senate and the president approve the House’s $4.9 billion aid package for Puerto Rico, the island might need more money in as little as three months.PREPA did not reach its agreement with Whitefish until Sept. 26, six days after the storm swept through. By comparison, the Florida utility FPL requested mutual aid before Hurricane Irma hit. The result was an army of nearly 20,000 restoration workers, including FPL employees, from 30 states and Canada at work on the first day.On Oct. 1, FPL had teams assembled to assess damage in Puerto Rico. It posted notices in Spanish and English on its Facebook page: “FPL is ready to help Puerto Rico.” Florida Gov. Rick Scott mentioned the offer in a news release.The Florida utility says it never received a reply. The Puerto Rican utility has not replied to offers of assistance from mutual-aid partners, according to the American Public Power Association, which coordinates such operations.More:  Small Montana firm lands Puerto Rico’s biggest contract to get the power back on Puerto Rico Electricity-Recovery Contract: $319-Per-Hour Line Workerslast_img read more

‘No Economic Rationale’ in Keystone Go-Ahead

first_img FacebookTwitterLinkedInEmailPrint分享Los Angeles Times:Following years of political controversy that demanded the attention of two presidents, the Nebraska Public Service Commission on Monday declared that the proposed Keystone XL pipeline was in the public interest but the 275-mile route it approved through the state was not the one preferred by TransCanada, the pipeline developer.By a vote of 3 to 2, the five-member commission cleared the final regulatory hurdle for the proposed 1,179-mile pipeline from Hardisty, Canada, to Steele City, Neb., adding to routes already approved by Montana and South Dakota. President Trump overturned President Obama’s earlier rejection of the pipeline, and in March approved the federal permit for it to cross the U.S. border.Despite a long series of delays and a slump in world oil prices, TransCanada this month expressed confidence that the $8-billion project will be able to move forward. Yet Monday’s action endorsing an alternative route may have made the path to success more difficult.The pipeline company told the Nebraska commission this year that the route approved Monday was much more problematic than the one the firm preferred. The company will need to secure land from more farmers, a process that has already proved difficult. Of the 275 landowners the company needed for its preferred route, 100 have refused to sign leases for the Keystone XL pathway.A number of analysts predict that even with the Nebraska go-ahead, the pipeline will not be built.“There is no economic rationale, no validity to the investment calculation, no positive bottom line,” said Tom Sanzillo, director of finance for the Institute for Energy Economics and Financial Analysis, a Cleveland-based think tank, and former deputy controller responsible for managing New York’s $168-billion retirement fund. “Our view is that TransCanada is unlikely to build it.”More: Nebraska regulators approve Keystone XL pipeline after years of controversy ‘No Economic Rationale’ in Keystone Go-Aheadlast_img read more

U.K. coal generation falls below 1% in second quarter 2019, renewables top 35%

first_img FacebookTwitterLinkedInEmailPrint分享Recharge:Coal power sank to historic lows unseen in Britain since the 19th century amid “dramatic” increases in offshore wind generation, latest UK government data shows.With just 500GWh generated in the nation where it once fueled the industrial revolution, coal accounted for less than 1% of UK power in the second quarter of 2019, a period that included the nation’s longest spell without any in its mix since the 1880s – more than 18 days, according to official energy statistics.By contrast wind generation was “the driving factor” behind a 10% year-on-year increase in renewable generation, including a “dramatic” 25% rise for offshore wind output.Renewables accounted for 35.5% of UK power in the April-June period, up from 32% at the same stage in 2018. Gas remained the nation’s leading generation fuel at 43%.The statistics come a week after the UK re-staked its claim as the world’s offshore wind leader, with plans to offer at least another 7GW of leases for development in the 2020s, and the award of record-low-price government power deals.More: U.K. coal power hits 19th century lows as offshore wind roars on U.K. coal generation falls below 1% in second quarter 2019, renewables top 35%last_img read more

Green groups push to stop bailout of South Korea’s Doosan Heavy Industries

first_imgGreen groups push to stop bailout of South Korea’s Doosan Heavy Industries FacebookTwitterLinkedInEmailPrint分享Mongabay:Environmental groups are seeking an injunction against a move by South Korea to bail out a builder of coal-fired power plants, saying the rescue package goes against the country’s climate and public health commitments.Korea Development Bank (KDB) and the Export-Import Bank of Korea (KEXIM) on March 26 issued a 1 trillion won ($825 million) emergency loan to Doosan Heavy Industries & Construction Co. The bailout is listed as part of the South Korean government’s stimulus package for businesses impacted by the COVID-19 pandemic.But the decision has come under fire from environmental watchdogs, given that most of Doosan’s revenue comes from building coal-fired power plants.“These decisions to support Doosan Heavy come with significant environmental and health consequences,” the environmental groups from South Korea, Indonesia and other countries wrote in a joint letter submitted April 8 to the South Korean Ministry of Economy and Finance.They said Doosan’s financial woes were not directly caused by the COVID-19 pandemic. They noted that, between 2010 and 2019, Doosan’s credit rating dropped from A+ to BBB and its share price declined by 93% — “well before COVID-19 was an apparent crisis,” they wrote.Eighty percent of Doosan’s revenue comes from coal power plants at home and abroad, including two projects on Indonesia’s Java Island, the groups said. South Korean-financed overseas coal power projects employ the country’s advanced technology, but are still several times more polluting than those in South Korea, as they take advantage of laxer environmental regulations in South and Southeast Asian countries to trim construction and operating costs, the groups said.[Basten Gokkon]More: Green groups target South Korea’s bailout of coal power plant builderlast_img read more

Major Australian industrial firm Sun Metals commits to 100% renewable energy

first_imgMajor Australian industrial firm Sun Metals commits to 100% renewable energy FacebookTwitterLinkedInEmailPrint分享Renew Economy:The Queensland zinc refiner Sun Metals has announced it will go 100 per cent renewables, and will add further capacity to pursue “green hydrogen” opportunities in transport and export in what is being regarded as one of the most significant developments in Australia’s energy transition.The decision by the South Korean owned Sun Metals refinery – the second biggest single energy user in Queensland, and one of the biggest in Australia – to reach 100 per cent renewables by 2040 has been described as a “tipping point” by Jon Dee, the Australian head of the RE100 initiative.“This commitment by Sun Metals to go 100% renewable by 2040 is a real game changer,” Dee said in a statement. “If Sun Metals can go fully renewable by 2040, there’s no reason why every other Australian refinery and smelter can’t do the same.”It is the second major Australian corporate entity to commit to the RE100 campaign in the past week, with retailer Woolworths announcing a 2025 target, and it takes means consumers of five terawatt hours a year of electricity have committed to source all of their needs from renewables, or about 2.5 per cent of the demand on the main grid. Sun Metals consumes around 1.1TWh a year for its refining processes.Sun Metals, wholly owned by Korean Zinc Corp, is already sourcing around 22 per cent of its electricity needs from solar, courtesy of the ground-breaking 125 Sun Metals solar farm it installed several years ago. That was the first solar farm to be co-located next to a major energy user in Australia, even though it has suffered issues from unspecified technical problems and grid constraints. However, its output is expected to increase as those issues are addressed.It now aims to reach 80 per cent renewables by 2030, through the addition of wind energy – although it is not clear whether this will be through the purchase of wind farms themselves, or a contract for their output. It will then seek other technologies such as batteries, biogas and hydrogen to fill the remaining gap, and also plans to invest in green (renewable) hydrogen to replace diesel on the site and as an export fuel in the future. It recently secured a $5 million grant from the Queensland government to develop one of north Queensland’s first renewable hydrogen production facilities.[Giles Parkinson]More: “Tipping point”: Queensland zinc refinery commits to 100 pct renewableslast_img read more

Brew’s Blog 2

first_imgClick here to subscribe to the Pharr Out BlogHey everyone,Did I mention in my first blog that I’m a teacher? Well, I am. And for the most part I’ve managed to avoid instructional, um, let’s call them “tendencies,” so far during my summer off.I’ve only backslid twice. The first was when I asked a kid on Mt. Washington why Antietam was important. Call me unfair, but I say if you’re wearing a t-shirt promoting a major Civil War battle, you ought to know its significance. (FYI, Lincoln needed a Northern victory as leverage to sign the Emancipation Proclamation into law and Antietam did the trick. Never mind that mandate only applied to Northern states, where slavery was virtually nonexistent.)The other time- maybe I should say- “times” that my teacherly ways persist are when I give myself a daily grade on my “sherpa-ness.” That is, I decide how I performed my support crew duties and I give myself a grade from A to F. (Daily grades, by the way, are something I give to my sixth graders, primarily to reward the kids who’re doing what they’re supposed to, even if they’re not the sharpest tools in the shed.) Well, for the first 5 days, I gave myself straight A’s. I woke up at 4:15 to climb Katahdin with Jen; I made sure she forded streams safely; I cooked dinner for her and set up the tent; I found the correct roads in the 100-mile Wilderness; I even brought her special treats like fresh-baked pizza and Diet Pepsi.My daily grade average was off the charts… until the Stratton-to-Rangely hike. It started normal enough. We talked the night before about my meeting her at 11am on a road about 15 miles down the trail. Neither of us had our data books, and until this point, I’d been relying heavily on the atlas and gazetteer that our friend Warren Doyle lent us, on which he’d already highlighted the AT and the appropriate road crossings.Jen woke at 4:30am to hike from Horns Pond to ME27 near the town of Stratton. I woke up 3 hours later, ate a Clif bar while breaking down the tent, and reached the Stratton highway at 9:30. Jen left a note on the driver seat saying she’d made it down safely and would see me in a little while. I figured I had plenty of time so I called Jen’s parents to let them know she/we were safe (they’re probably reading this now and losing all faith in my abilities. Oh well, sorry, Mrs. Pharr. The bubble had to burst eventually.) After that, I drove to a grocery store to pick up some hummus, peanut butter crackers, and chips and salsa.Jen said I should be at the trail no later than 11:30, but I still thought I had plenty of time since it was just after 10. I drove 35 miles on meandering highways, then north on gravel and dirt logging roads for another 10 miles. Problem was, when I got on the logging roads, the trail was impossible to find.I tried to orient myself using the gazetteer but the forest was too thick to see any mountains. I tried to use the streams but they crisscrossed too much for me to discern where I was. And worst of all, there were three or four different “roads” that were all equally rough. I’m talking, like, an ATV might be able to navigate these, but I had to twist and turn the Highlander constantly to keep from bottoming out. After wandering for over an hour, taking three different turns, and eventually deciding one of them was correct but that I hadn’t gone far enough, I found the trailhead around 11:40. For the last 15 minutes I honked incessantly, hoping Jen would hear me and would wait, and probably scaring the local fauna half to death.Once I got there, I was relieved to see that Jen hadn’t arrived. I checked the data book, thinking she would have been there by then, and then it hit me… I’D DRIVEN TO THE WRONG ROAD. The intended rendezvous was only five miles down the highway from where I’d come out on the trail that morning.At that point, I had no idea what to do It was 12:15pm and Jen had been expecting me no later than 11:30. She’d said she would wait for me “no matter what,” which was the first time she’d used that phrase on the trail, so I knew it was an important drop. The thought of her sitting there for hours made me sick. I considered running the nine-mile stretch of trail back to her but I realized that I’d have to climb a 4000 foot mountain, and that the likelihood I could run to her in less time than I could drive to her was slim. Ultimately, I decided to hedge my bets by leaving a note and some supplies in a Gladware container and driving back around.I don’t know what happens to you when you get stressed but I get a big lump in my throat. Well, the lump stayed there from about 10:45 that morning until 3:45 that afternoon. The road Jen had intended wasn’t marked well either and it, too, was washed out and difficult to navigate. I had to run the last half-mile to the trail to retrieve her note, which said she’d waited til 11:45 before pressing on. I felt better knowing she hadn’t sat there for two hours, but I still felt like I’d let her down.I drove back around to my road, which Jen had crossed at 2:50, only fifteen minutes before I returned. She’d gotten some food from another hiker, and seemed upbeat in her note, but I knew her too well to trust that. I drove to Rangely, hiked back in and met her at 7:15pm. She was beat down and dirty, but healthy and understanding. She hiked 38 miles that day from east of Stratton into Rangely. For those familiar with the AT, you know how amazing this is. For those that don’t, I’d guess there are only three or four men alive who’ve done that stretch as quickly.Jen and I were both apologetic and willing to take our share of the blame. Neither of us was really wrong, it was just one of those lessons we were bound to learn. The moral of the story is, when it’s late and you’re going over the next day’s rendezvous point in your tent, say the name of the road rather than just talking about the mileage. And then say it again in the morning… and recite it as a mantra occasionally throughout the day.So what was my sherpa-grade that day? The night of, I decided to give myself a C-. I figured that even though I screwed up with the rendezvous, I did leave supplies for Jen, hike in to meet her, splurge for a hotel that night, and “cook” some mean freeze dried lasagna for dinner. But later on, I decided to be more forgiving and focus on the end result. Aside from wasting time and gas money, I really didn’t lose anything in the process. Jen had plenty of food and water and most importantly, she finished a MONSTER day of hiking no worse for the wear. So now I’m thinking I’m going to give myself an unconventional A… and hope that Jen never reads this blog to dispute it.last_img read more

Snow Day

first_imgAny day now, it’s going to happen. You’ll be going about your usual routine—waking up in the dark, returning from work in the dark, eating carbohydrates until you fall asleep in front of Cupcake Wars—when a special weather alert will interrupt a detailed explanation of ginger cardamom buttercream icing infused with hibiscus flowers and stray hairs from angels. A man with dark hair and a bright smile will break the news: Snowpocalypse is coming and it’s bringing three feet of “the white stuff” with it.Decision time. Are you going to, like most Americans, freak out, race to the store and fill your trunk with TP and batteries (because apparently all you’re going to do during Snowmaggedon is sit on the toilet and listen to the radio you no longer own)? Or will you, as I do, see a snowstorm as not an end of days scenario, but a great gift from Mother Nature.You can make up your mind while the snow falls. To pass the time, often I cook, which in the winter basically means ten minutes of chopping followed by hours of slow simmering that makes your house smell like a Food Network set. Or you can just head straight to the couch with a book or magazine that’s been sitting untouched on the coffee table for months. I usually read for ten minutes before falling asleep.When I wake up a few hours later, it is Christmas morning. While I was making a long overdue deposit to the sleep bank, Mother Nature made me a soft, pillowy surprise. The trees are shrouded in white, the sidewalks are impassable, the car buried beyond recognition. I strap on my boots and head outside.Just after the snow stops falling is the best time to be out. The chorus of snowblowers has not yet begun. The plows haven’t rattled to life. The snow is absolutely fresh, and like Lewis and Clark, my bootprints are the only ones. In front of me stretches the barren, untouched landscape. As I press on, all that remains behind are two lonely lines of my little feet.The ground is a blank, white slate; I wander over it where I choose, trails be damned. The trees tell me where not to go, and the rest is mine, the reward for pressing out into the elements while others choose furnace-managed surrender.I like the dramatic unquiet of the woods after a snowfall. A shot of birdsong, with no other noise to mask it, is loud and crisp, piercing the heart like a Verdi aria. A woodpecker rattling on a branch is a jackhammer on a Manhattan sidewalk. And the most dramatic noise of all—the trees, white suits tossed on over brown skin, creak as they sway in the winter wind, the settling of their bones as human and troublesome as the groaning of our own joints on cold winter mornings. In between these sounds, my thoughts thrum, until I remember their unimportance and turn them off. The cold, cold air cleanses my lungs, sending all the junk out my nose. I wipe it on my sleeve. Who’s there to see?We don’t get a lot of solitude these days. First, there’s the people. They’re everywhere! Driving their cars, honking their horns, asking us if everything is tasting all right, if we have some ID, if we read the memo. And even when the people aren’t there, the screens scream for our attention. We forget to turn them off, we forget to leave them at home. We forget to lie and say we’re busy so that we don’t have to go out, so we can stay at home and soak up some much needed peace and quiet.Our modern world does not look kindly upon winter. We resent the short days and sapped energy, and scour the internet for articles on how to beat seasonal affective disorder. But winter isn’t for doing. Winter, accompanied by its periodic salvo of sound- and thought-dampening snow, is not for organizing your closets or scanning all your old photos or putting up shelves in the garage like you say you will every winter. It is a time to rest and restore. When it snows, Mother Nature is way past asking us to quietly lower our voices and take our seats. She is telling us to sit down and shut up.When I’ve walked as much as I wanted to walk, I turn around and head home. On my way back, I like to crisscross my tracks, revisiting the evidence that I existed and traversed these lands that day, at that time. Soon my marks will be gone, brushed away by the footsteps of others, stained yellow by a dog.By then, some people have dribbled out of their houses, weary-looking people wearing parkas over sweatpants, standing back from their shovels to catch their breath and envy the guy on the corner who owns a snowblower. I raise a mitten as I pass. My cheeks are red, my upper lip is caked with snot, and I’ve got a thin layer of sweat between me and all my clothes, and an understanding that some days all there is to do, all you really should do, is go for a walk.At home, I unlace my boots, letting the clumps of snow melt into puddles on the doormat, and put a small flame under the soup, which in a few minutes will be warm and ready. Sure, there were things I could’ve caught up on—an infinite quantity of unanswered e-mails, a basket of dirty lasundry, a cluttered, disorganized basement. But if this really is the snowpocalypse, would you want it all to end while you were catching up on paperwork? •last_img read more

Dogs at Work?

first_imgMonday afternoon I was on the phone with my husband when I heard his voice change, his tone soften as he said “Hey buddy. How are you today? Body you ok buddy?”I  knew exactly where he was, and who he was with. He was at his desk, at work, and his office mate’s black lab puppy Body who had come in for a sniff.Disclosure: We are dog people.Our Christmas cards prominently feature our pooches.I try to get my parents to refer to our dogs as their “granddogs.”My yellow lab Gracie, spent the first month of our life together under my desk with a space heater.I love the ideas of Dogs at work.Sometimes.Gracie had to stop coming because she learned if she stood at my office door and whined, ever so slightly, my partner Dan would come in, rub her belly and give her tons of pets. This meant that within a month, she had left the quiet warmth of my desk, for the door – hoping to play at all hours.Not a great idea so Gracie had to stay home.We have had another dog in our building, who occasionally sneaks away and makes a mess in the office. On one hilarious day, I recall discussing a case (we are a law firm) with my partner realizing I was standing in his office, in a pile of dog, stuff. Hilarious now, but not at the time.So what about it? Are dogs welcome at work? If so, what type of environments lend themselves to pooch pals as office mates?There are days where I worry that our office dog is not appropriate. What about clients who are experiencing stress, and perhaps are afraid? Or those with allergies?Or those who are paying you $$$$ an hour and think you should leave your stinkin dog at home where she belongs.I am curious what others think. I think there is time and place for our four legged friends at work. But maybe not every day. Or every office.Although, I sure think the days where it is appropriate, are the best ones.last_img read more

Welcome to 2012

first_imgThere’s nothing quite like starting 2012 with an epic Sunday on the Heartbreak Ridge.Grinding up the Old Toll Road was great inspiration for keeping in shape for the year to come. Not only do I want to be fit enough so that it won’t hurt so &*(#! badly, but I want to be fit enough to enjoy the descent.The Old Toll Road can be very misleading on many occasions. Sure, it’s steep, and it’s rocky, and it’s long, but it’s also a bit relentless. I only found myself cruising along for a few minutes between cowhead rock gardens that stretched for several hundred yards.It’s a long ride like that where I feel like I can change a habit into something more efficient. On this ride I definitely began using my core more, which is actually one of my stronger body parts. I just hadn’t been using it correctly when trying to wheelie through obstacles. However, after two hours of bashing my front wheel up a rocky road I was able to save my shoulders and neck a bit in the last 30 minutes of climbing. By curling my lower abs in I was able to get the front wheel up better and use a forward pedal stroke to motor through. Whereas I’d been able to finesse that in some occasions, on this ride I was definitely able to use repetition to make it a deep-seated habit.Pedal stroke tends to get more efficient on these rides as well. After a while, it’s crucial to have a smooth spin. On short rides I can mash the pedals down for a bit at the end of the climb, but with the end of the climb being two hours later, I figured I’d better save some energy. After the first rush of pain through my legs I found myself able to just spin with a constant momentum, focusing only on the technicality of the trail.It’s so much fun to pick a line, reading the trail as it unfolds in a series of rocks, roots, and divets. Sometimes it’s the big rock I’m looking for, climbing onto the higher line for one big move, rather than several small moves that could result in sliding off the edge.On the way to the trailhead I watched the ridgeline being enveloped by a wide, dark layer of sky and wondered what would happen after 4,700 feet of climbing. The valley was sporting 55 degrees with sunshine, but the last 30 minutes were spent in short sleeves and sleet. The thick clouds cast a bone-chilling cold despite the inner engines working overtime. Then there was the wait – inevitable on a group ride. Our legs hardened in the cold as we hovered under plastic tarps, rain dripping through our helmets, our gloves soaked. I never thought before to take an extra pair of gloves. Brilliant.I gobbled down the rest of my giant peanut butter and banana sandwich while shivering under plastic. Not only were my legs spent, but now they had congealed blood. Although the top of Heartbreak is one of my favorite descents around, I was not looking forward to the slick rocks combined with a cold body.But then it was ok. Thank goodness descents require blood-pumping work. I began picking my way down, increasing my speed in bits until I felt smooth again. I know that it was just a fantasy – albeit a great one – because when I did slip through a tight turn and have to dab my foot, my entire leg cramped: both quads and hamstrings. I hopped back on anyway, wishing I were coordinated enough to ride with the right leg forward.The more we dropped, the warmer it became, and suddenly the sun was shining again, the Black Mountain ridgeline was visible, and the trail was dry. It allowed us to forget the pain we had just endured, ending the ride with shouts of victory for a new year started on the right pedal stroke.last_img read more

Fracking-related Chemicals found in Pennsylvania Drinking Water

first_imgPhoto Courtesy of Appalachian Voices A study published today in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences found the presence of chemicals used to extract natural gas through the controversial method of fracking in the drinking water of three private residences in Pennsylvania.“This is the first case published with a complete story showing organic compounds attributed to shale gas development found in a homeowner’s well,” Susan Brantley, one of the study’s authors and a geoscientist from Pennsylvania State University, told the New York Times.The study seems to support the argument of fracking opponents who have long maintained that chemicals used during the hydraulic fracturing process pose a significant risk to nearby groundwater deposits.According to the study, one of the chemicals that turned up in the Pennsylvania drinking water as 2-Butoxyethanol or 2BE. This compound is commonly used in cosmetics and paints and is known to cause tumors in rodents, though the amount detected by the study was within safety standards.Fracking industry officials are standing by previous statements, saying that fracking poses no real risk to ground water because the chemical injection process it utilizes takes place nearly a thousand feet underground. As for the study, fracking officials say that it offers no proof that the detected chemicals actually came from nearby fracking wells.Read more here.last_img read more