Give me some men who like to lift heavy rocks!
Yesterday Justin and Bob (Justin's mentor and compatriot in rock work) began the task of re-laying the rock walk that leads to our front porch. The old walk (much of which I laid myself about 25 years ago) had grown increasingly uneven and sunken, not to mention hazardous.
They began by prying up the old stepping stones and digging out a deeper and flatter bed into which they put gravel for a base.
In order to make a really high class pathway, some giant flat rocks were purchased at a nearby stone yard. Fortunately two of Justin's friends were at the farm for the weekend -- Cory from Asheville and Timba, who had driven with his wife and baby all the way from Indianapolis only to find himself put to work.
It took all four guys and a hand truck to get this baby to its appointed place at the foot of the steps.
The pictures speak for themselves -- lots of gravel hauling, rock lifting, digging, eye-balling and figuring ...
. . . but at least half of the path is done -- and it is magnificent!
The really nice thing is that these friends work for food and drink -- that's my contribution to the rock party -- steak and Italian sausage sub sandwiches for lunch -- beer can chicken, potato salad, green beans sauteed with cherry tomatoes, green salad, and fresh-baked pound cake for supper.
And the rain that had been predicted held off, for the most part, till the work day was over and the party half of the rock party had begun.
It was a very fine day!
LV - January 2012
7 years ago