We've all heard the Road to Hell is paved with good intentions. Except that it's not. The road to Hell is hellacious. It's not even paved. It's chip-sealed.
Three days ago, I'd never so much as heard the term. That was before our few-mile-long access road was invaded by a D-Day armada of construction vehicles and a herd of dinosaur-sized trucks filled with gravel.
Our road was tarred and our little world rocked -- literally. Now, I am certain of the decline of the American empire. There had not been much lingering doubt.
This unexceptional chip-sealing process, for use in this land of American exceptionalism, involves laying down a lane or so of hot, fluid asphalt -- tar, more or less -- on top of an old asphalt road that's been prepped-and-swept, then immediately topping it with gravel that's gone through a wash-and-dry cycle.