Last week I must have expressed a particularly convincing exasperated, "it haaaas to go" when S asked me what was topping the to-do list because when S got home from work on Friday he stopped by his parents' house to borrow a saw to cut the asphalt and a pickax. He chopped up a corner of the top of the driveway and found that the asphalt was only about an inch deep. Easy peasey.
Saturday morning S started at the driveway with the pickax while I was still asleep. He woke me up by calling me on the phone from outside to tell me that we had a brick driveway under the asphalt. How cool! "Maybe we'll build a patio at the top of the driveway instead of growing a lawn," we thought.
We discovered that the entire driveway is brick and concrete and was covered with asphalt. Such a shame because I'm sure the brick looked amazing when it was in good repair. More importantly, we discovered that the asphalt was only an inch thick in one tiny area, which happens to be the area S checked before the project began. We found six inch thick pavement covered a large portion of the area, which is just about the same time we realized our project was totally out of hand and way off budget. We were going to have a mountain of asphalt to dispose of. Plus, the fill we had was definitely not going to fill the gaping hole we dug ourselves into.
Knowing that we might be able to reuse or sell them to recoup some costs, we rescued as many bricks as possible (about 300) and threw the rest in the growing discard pile.
Saturday night we pulled out our laptops and S searched for topsoil delivery while I searched for someone to take away our three to four cubic yards of asphalt: tons of asphalt. On one had we had a super successful day and were well on our way to making the yard look a lot better, but on the other had we were facing the reality that we were going to be shelling out more cash than we had planned. So was it a success or a failure?