Forgot the camera on my latest two adventures dagnabit!  But here’s the dealio my man: the driveway has commenced and finally, finally I say, we’re getting ready to ….

Wait for it!  Wait!

Wait!

See about getting permits from the county to locate the homesite on the 10 acres rather than the original 20. 

Some letdown, eh?  You see, part of the joy of the empty moonscape we will call home is that somewhere along the way the powers that be decided that, rather than just limit the amount of building out there by making lot sizes conform to some minimum, lots have to be “legal”.  What’s this you ask?   Well, apparently lots are legal if: a) they were recorded before some magic date (of which I am not sure); or b) they have a signed and approved survey by the land use administrator or; c) they are surrounded by legal lots.

O.K. I didn’t really understand that latter one until someone mentioned that since every lot is comprised of, or carved out of, 40-acre parcels from the original deed, then if every lot that surrounds yours has been deemed a “legal lot” then so should yours.  Personally, I don’t think any of that is really true, just wishful thinking by people who hold such lots and want to tell everyone that it is so.  Like WMD in Iraq, if you lie about it enough, there will be a cadre of people who will back you up on it. 

But the original 20-acre parcel is a legal lot and if I have to merge the 10 into it to make this all work out, by golly I will.  (Though I would hasten to add that it would be best if I can be the proud owner of 2 legal lots!)

As for the bulldozer: the drive is being plowed and graded this very week.  My man with the dozer went out there the other day and then called me saying he could not find the property.  No surprise there, even though it is marked with a gate and signage, it is very easy to make a wrong turn and end up far from it.  So I went out to lead him in.

Of course there’s a rub: the dozer chugs along at about 3 miles and hour and the site is 3 miles in. The math genius in you has already figured out what that meant.  I wish I had remembered the camera!  I would have taken a photo of the dozer behind me once every ten minutes to capture the many moments.

After the drive, we’re gonna get a witcher out there.