But the time had come — we needed to pave our gravel driveway.
Yes, I know what you're thinking: paving a driveway is NOT a life event. Yeah, well, just don't tell that to my bank account.
But we'd grown tired of having to remove stones that had gotten caught in the brake calipers of my car on more than one occasion. We were tired of pulling weeds from the gravel or even walking on stones that would shift under your feet.
It was time.
So we found a contractor, Tim Walser, and took the plunge. Herewith is a photo essay of our journey:
|Here is our old weed-and-gravel driveway that is desperately in need of resurfacing.|
|Contractor Tim Walser grades the driveway with his trusty Bobcat. I want one.|
|Wooden forms define the boundary where the concrete will be poured.|
|A massive cement mixer somehow negotiates the narrow driveway. Whew.|
|Walser smooths out the concrete as it chutes into the driveway.|
|The finished product. Looks pretty good, doesn't it?|
On the other hand, if you ever want to draw a crowd, get a cement mixer to come to your house. Little knots of onlookers sometimes gathered in the course of the day to check out what the Wehrles were doing, and that was fine. It was a social happening. I think there must be something fascinating about concrete trucks that bring people together — cementing bonds, as it were.
Anyway, I still can't put a car on it for a couple more days as the concrete cures, and there'll be a little landscaping and reseeding of grass in our future, but we're getting close.
It was time.