When I arrived home last week from my Texas trip, Randy advised me shortly before arrival: “You will not be able to get up the driveway.” It did not look like this then; this is the new and improved driveway after son J rearranged the broken slabs and attempted to make it level enough that at least the truck would navigate the giant chasm that is now a section of the driveway.
This is what started it all…that gargantuan tree root. First, it was a little crack…and then a bigger crack, and then a buckle…with a patch on it. All of that happened before we landed on this little hill of horrors.
At some point in the early life of this little cottage on the hill, the concrete pad on what was at that time the carport was extended a little further down the hill. But as fate would have it, they built the section from the curve down to this point without any rebar. Yeah, we know–who needs rebar in a concrete driveway, right? The section just below the dip was added later and is asphalt. As the roots grew and the water ran under the concrete, that section sunk and the upper section rose up. Remember folks, water damages concrete! It has been on the to do list for a year now.
Last week, we had the water treatment system cleaned out…and this is the result of a loaded septic tank truck driving over a cracked pavement. The priority list got revised. It was great fun to back up the driveway to the crack in order to unload groceries after having been gone a week. It was almost as much fun as getting stuck while trying to back down the hill earlier. I love Lottabusha County….and the buzz of a chain saw.