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Saturday, August 22, 2015
The land survey
There's a guy who bought land near me. Our property is separated by another piece of land and that's great. This guy approaches every problem with heavy equipment and really made a mess of his land. Maybe I'm just a tree hugger, but he seem to be a tree hater. Anyway, it was his land.
Then he bought the property across the street from mine for his daughter. Of course, they cut most of the trees down and brought in the excavators and trucks. One day last year I pointed out, very politely, that they were encroaching on my property. He apologized, changed the angle of the driveway, and I thought that was the end of it.
A few days ago I let the dog out for her morning ritual. She went nuts barking at some guys in the road. They were surveyors. They had just marked out all the property pins on my land. Once I settled the dog down the surveyors and I had a chat. It seems my neighbor hired these guys to chech his boundaries. Okay . . .
The surveyors confirmed much of what I already knew. My lots were originally surveyed by the paper mill who once owned the land. They were highly skilled professionals who did a solid job. Beyond my land the survey work is not nearly so good. Because of that my land is the reference point for the new survey. Once I found out what was going on I even pointed out an old paper mill survey pin that they were unaware of.
I don't know how my neighbor made out with the rest of the survey. As for my side, he lost a bit more of his driveway and I gained a bit of land. It does amuse me somewhat that the guy paid a surveyor big bucks to lose a little land.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.