The mud gets pretty bad by mid-to-late March, and I foolishly thought since we had no snow this winter, mud season would be short and sweet. No such luck. The mud was incredible, and the ruts like the Grand Canyon. I had people coming up to me all the time to tell me they avoided our road like the plague. Thanks a lot. As if we had any choice in the matter. Plus, our driveway is a nightmare, much like it is every year. I’m thinking we’re in need of a resurfacing, because the mud gets really bad. There is a large culvert pipe that funnels water off the road and directs it right onto the front of our property, so there’s plenty of moisture that collects and makes its way to our driveway. This keeps it nice and wet during mud season, and there are times I when I wonder if we’re going to make it through. We could probably use a resurfacing, or at least a load of gravel to fill in the gaps.
Either way, as for our road, in the past it seemed like the town made repairs on numerous occasions each mud season, and I spoke with some people who said that their road had been fixed several times already, but there was no sign of the big trucks for us. Finally, about two days ago, they repaired the road while we were away, because we were out and on the way home, the road was rut-less and without potholes. Hallelujah!
Now this is where the story gets cool. After they fixed the road, I kept thinking how cool it would be if they just fixed the first 100 feet of our driveway. It would be a piece of cake for them, and we would benefit enormously. In fact, it would help a lot if they just flattened out the ruts a bit.
Well, if you can believe this, someone did. I don’t know who did it, and a lot of thanks goes out to whomever did, but the other day when I came home, the front section of our driveway was repaired. Someone had dumped some material on the mud and then graded it. It looked fantastic, I couldn’t believe it. Now we not only don’t have to worry about getting stuck, but also we’re not making it worse by driving through the ruts, which are hard to avoid.
Boy, small town life, you gotta love it. Once again, thanks a bunch to whomever helped us. Now if I can only figure out who it was.