After pondering over it for a few weeks, today was the day that the gravel people came to dump stone in the driveway.  It was definitely the right choice, as those muddy ruts in the yard sure didn’t do anything to help the curb appeal. 

I was surprised when they arrived in a monster-sized dump truck.  Even bigger than the salt trucks that the city uses.    But from their arrival until they were done and gone, it couldn’t have been much more than a half hour.

Thankfully they didn’t just tip up the bed, let the gravel flow, and then drive down the driveway…  letting luck decide how the stone would fall.  When they were done dumping it from the truck, both of the guys got out and gave the whole thing the once-over with some metal rakes.

It’s certainly not perfect, but it’s way better than it was.  I actually just went out myself and raked it out a little bit more, trying to get the edges a little more evened up…  and it killed me.    My meds are good enough that they give me the false impression that I can do more than I really can do, so I think that’s about all the screwing around I’m gonna do with the stone for a while.

Next step:  Getting in the car and going back and forth in the driveway a few dozen times to get it all smooshed down as good as possible.    I’m sure it’ll require some tweaks over the next few weeks as I come and go, but I’m not gonna worry about that right now.