Sunny day, light breezes, a shovel, a rake (of sorts), two buckets, one man and about 250 feet of washed-out trail, on a steep hillside.
Sounds like a job for the Curmudgeon.
Here's what I started with:
|Washed out gravel: my materials source|
|View from the top, looking down the hill toward camp|
By 3 pm, this is what it looked like
|Skies start to cloud over, as thunder rumbles to the north.|
|Five hours later: 250 feet of trail, 70 buckets of gravel, one broken rake.|