No, you have to drive. I did today. Twice.
The Fairfax County I-95 Landfill in Lorton, Virginia is at the corner of Furnace Road and Mordor Drive. It used to be Landfill Access Road but then somebody decided to do the first cool thing in Virginia since Thomas Jefferson was alive and renamed it after Hell.
Anyway, I made two trips down there today with all the gravel my Honda CRV could contain and still have room for my kids. The CRV was for a brief time a low-rider. I felt its pain.
Long story short, three years ago we bought this house with an above-ground pool. At the time we had two young kids and didn’t feel like assuming they had drowned anytime we couldn’t see or hear them. We told the previous owners to get rid of it before we moved in and they did. The cubic yards of decorative rocks and gravel?
Not so much.
That first year I wheelbarrowed all of it into a pile against the fence figuring “Hey, maybe someday we can use this to landscape a garden or something.”
Not so much. The kids would throw it at each other or pretend it was food if they were playing kitchen. I’d periodically clip one with the lawnmower if the kids had been especially active and my vigilance was lax.
Anyway, today my wife did National Bike to Work Day and I wanted to join her in muscle strain solidarity. She biked for over three hours cumulative and I moved almost a half-ton of rock out of the yard, piecemeal.
The difference is Monday she’ll be back in her car and I’ll still have another 1000 pounds of rock awaiting my attention.
I wonder if I could sell it on Craigslist…
Jealous?
