The need for change bulldozed a road down the center of my mind.
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I remember when we lived in the South one of my co-workers informed me she lived on Gravels Road.
"Oh" I questioned her grammar. "You mean you live on a gravel road?"
"Well yes" she replied, "and the name of the road is Gravels Road."
Not quite understanding here I began to think that the "s" in gravels must have been preceded by an apostrophe, so I asked,
"So is your road named after someone with the last name of Gravel?"
She looked at me strangely, "No, we just thought it would be cute to name the road after what it was made out of."
"But it's made out of gravel," I replied. "There is no plural for gravel. One gravel is the same as a whole road full of gravel."
Another odd look from her followed and then in earnest she informed me that a road full of gravel was not just gravel but gravels. Plural.
Who was I to argue....after all it was Virginia.
All that to say.....a few weeks ago now...the gravel road was finished at the farm. Here are the quick stats:
-900 feet of landscaping fabric.
-620+ ton of 1 1/2" crusher-run gravel
-9 tandem dump truck loads.
-Each truckload weighed close to 70,000lbs.
-12 1/2 hours straight of moving the gravel into place with a skid steer and by hand.
-1 very nice road to drive on when done.