A Barn Raising

Early 2019: Step one involved getting electricity to the property so we could have a shop built to house our new toys.  A Honda UTV and a 60" zero turn mower to deal with 10 acres of trees, grass, weeds, and wild blackberry.

Getting electricity included having a trench dug about 2000 feet from the main road to our property.  Getting the shop (actually a barn to everyone except for the county inspectors who have even more rules about barns than other construction...) built involved our introduction to the wild world of wetlands and land disturbance permits.





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