One of the things that is a must for us at our Big House is a place to park our home on wheels. I’m sure many of our trips home will be without it, but I know Grapsie will come home eventually. Normally by the time we make it back we have driven at least 17 hours straight and need something very accessible to pull in and park. Our new driveway plans include just that. We plan to make two 38′ approaches. The roads will connect to make a U shape and then a pad will be straight back with full-hookups. We are excited to have the camper fully functional if we want while it is here. In the future, it may have to serve as a guest bedroom if we grow into the house.
The U will connect after the 4th tree and the pad will be about where my truck is parked. I wish I could have got a wider angle, but I’m still convincing Austin I “need” a new lens. Before we can have our driveway man come we needed to do some prep work. A couple of months ago The Welder, my brother, and a friend got together and did just that. They cleared out the fence line and pulled up the pipe brace. I’m glad I was able to capture our place “before” and it has been very excited to document the process. It is a slow one, but project by project it will take shape. One day I know we will enjoy looking back.
And just like that we are ready for dirt work. Well, except for that large bush that I ensured my driveway man he could just removed with his track hoe. It is now 6′ tall with beautiful green leaves and orange flowers. My mom informed me it must NOT go and if she had to her and my grandmother would dig it up themselves. Then my grandmother informed my mom that if she were able to dig that up herself she was more woman then her. And that is where I left it on Mother’s Day. You don’t argue with moms on Mother’s Day. I’ll keep you updated on what actually happens to that bush. I just want a driveway and the likelyhood of that bush staying alive after being transplanted under my watch is probably pretty slim. I think the apple trees that were bountiful last year without anyone living here are nearly dead. I tell you people — my thumb is brown. Hince why we were going for more of a rock/concrete vibe instead of grass.