With the new roof and gutters finished, and plumbing and foundation cracks repaired, we started replacing the driveway. How often do you see a girl running a jackhammer?
The machine they used for breaking up the old concrete was unable to pick up large chunks, so they had to be broken up into smaller chunks.
I tried to capture a big block standing on edge, before it dropped, but this photo is even better, showing the clouds of dust raised by the large chunk of concrete hitting the ground. Theresa stayed away, in the farthest corner of the house and she could both hear and feel the concrete slabs hitting the ground.
The slab was broken into several pieces by that single impact.
Fast forward, after spreading gravel, tamping it down, and putting in forms, it was Friday afternoon and the driveway was ready for wet concrete. But that needed to wait until Monday morning.
That huge concrete truck just barely fit into our narrow driveway.
There were four men working silently while spreading and smoothing the wet concrete. Each knew what needed to be done, so there was very little talking.
Here's a fish-eye lens view of the entire driveway. The first truck was empty.
When the second truck arrived, they started using the wheelbarrow to shuttle the wet concrete up to the end of the sidewalk.
They used incredibly long extensions for smoothing and polishing the surface of the new concrete.
Another fish-eye lens view, showing the entire driveway and sidewalk, smoothed and brushed.
Here the forms have been removed and the workmen were gone. The pouring, spreading, smoothing, polishing and brushing took only about four hours.
