Here is what the road looked like after the ruts dried.
As soon as we managed to get out of the mud; after our first attempt at a family gathering at Circle H, I vowed to start bringing in gravel for a road.
After calling around the area, a local company called Armadillo Dirt was recommended to me by another gravel company. I spoke with the owner and made arrangements to have a double load delivered.
This morning on my way to work, I got a phone call from the driver telling me that he was headed to pick up the gravel and he wanted directions to the site. I gave him directions and then thought it would be best that I have Ann meet him out there at the road. (Considering that it doesn't have an address, yet.)
After I asked Ann to meet him out there, I had the persistent feeling that I should be out there. So, I followed my gut, told my boss that I'd be gone for a couple of hours and took off to the country, about 65 miles away on the toll road. $5.25 later I was on a 'free' road headed out.
Somehow, I managed to catch up to them before they got out to the ranch and I dealt with the driver personally. Everything went fine. He was a nice guy. Why I had the prompting to be there in person, I don't know. But, I do know that the entire time I was on the road out there. I had a very strong sense of urgency that I had to get there before the driver did.
All said and done, I've always done very well when I followed my instincts. I can't help but wonder though, how many close calls have I avoided by following my feelings?
Ann took some pictures of the delivery. For a couple of people who have spent the last few decades of our lives as city folk, this was a pretty neat experience. I did work heavy construction for many years before I became a geek so being around a big dump truck was actually nothing new to me.
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