My driveway was 150 yards long and so rutted that visitors in cars would pull to the side of the road and walk, or if they had something to carry they'd honk and wait for somebody in a truck to drive down and get them. That drive has claimed more than one oil pan of those that decided to risk it.
mine's just under 200 and looks like you'd have to back out. Keeps the riff-raff out.
ReplyDeleteAn old friend had that sort of driveway. His guiding motto was: "Pavement is your enemy" --Greg
ReplyDeleteIt could be worse. One summer my Dad took me to meet his Uncle Amos the Hermit, who lived alone on honey and fish. I think this must have been in the Thousand Lakes region of Minnesota, but I'm not sure anymore. The road went from pavement to gravel to two tire tracks in the dirt, and finally petered out entirely. His place was a long walk from there. Now, it was on a little stream and I saw a canoe, so he probably had a much easier way to reach some road where he could hitch a ride when he had to go to the store, but only he could find the water route home.
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