One chilly winter morning I finished my outside chores and decided to reward myself with a cup of orange pekoe tea. As I filled the kettle I looked out at the vegetable garden, the apple orchard, the hay field, the group of men on snowshoes at edge of my woodlot… what!!?? As I watched in disbelief one of them fired up a chainsaw and begin to slash his way into the forest! Sprinting to the barn I strapped on my snowshoes and set a new land speed record down through the field stubble. Out of breath, I hauled up as the group turned to meet me, and with all the eloquence a very disturbed landowner could muster, demanded to know what was taking place. The man in charge cheerfully informed me they were surveying property lines. Needless to say the conversation became heated. And thus began my crash course in boundary lines.
