A lot of times when listing a property, the seller has no idea where the property is. It’s kind of a ‘Where’s Waldo” for Real Estate. This comes about when someone inherits a property or possibly bought it years ago and has since grown older like me and forgot where they put it. It happens. The other day I was asked to find and list some property for an out of state seller. The owner couldn’t tell me anything about the property because he hadn’t been there in 50 years and he was 52. Apparently he didn’t pay much attention to landmarks and property lines as a 2 year old. Slacker. I found what appeared to be the correct property in the plat book and set out on my land finding expedition early in the morning. I make my way to the county road I knew was near the property. Great! I’m getting there. I then try to synchronize my odometer with the plat book and figure exactly how far I go by the length of the lots and Bam! I’m there! Perfect plan… Except for the fact someone has put a house in the middle of what I thought was my target property. Alrighty then, back to square one. I then had the perfect idea. Look up the legal description on the house that is there and see where it lies in conjunction to the property I’m looking for. Sometimes I amaze myself. I pick up my phone to look up the address but no signal. Curses. I miss Onstar very deeply at this point. Plan B. I shall head back up the hill to get a signal, look up the address and then return with my bearings, photograph that bad boy and be back to town by lunch. Piece of cake. Oh…cake for lunch sounds good. I make my way back to where I have signal and look up the address. Well what do you know…I’m only 8 lots off where I am supposed to be. I go back down to the property area and start counting lots until I reach what I suspect to be mine. Low and behold it has a drive way, not just raw land. This is good. I make my way up the steep hill and pass electric lines. Hot dog! We have power! The farther up the hill I go, the more “life” I see. My enthusiasm quickly fades when I spot a barn, bee hives and what appears to be a “TRESSPASSERS WILL BE SHOT” sign. Oh joy. I feel at this point my best move would be to retreat but with the grade of this hill and the tree lined driveway, chances of turning around without turning over are slim to none. I feel my only hope is to make it to the top and turn around. I top the grassy knoll to see another sign that reads “TURN AROUND NOW” right next to what appears to be some type of electric eye. It’s been a good life thus far. I’m going to miss it. I’m at the point of no return now. I spot a little log cabin on the bluff. The door opens and 2 very large dogs make their way to my vehicle. This is it, this will be my demise. They will find my name tag in a pile of petrified dog doo years from now and think “Ahhh…That’s what happened to her. She always loved dogs” The 2 very large dogs are followed by 1 very large man. I secure my spot in the Jeep and calmly spot my exit route if trouble should arise. The shortest distance for my exit route is smack dab through the man’s flowerbed. This may not end well for me or his peonies. On the bright side though, the man is growing tulips. How mean can he be? I roll down my window and ask the man if he by chance knows where Lot 27 is, hoping my ignorance will get me a “Get out of jail free” card for trespassing. He politely told me it was the FOR SALE BY OWNER sign I passed on my way in. Ahhh…. Funny story there, on my way in I wrote down the phone number from the FOR SALE BY OWNER sign and had planned on calling when I made it back to civilization. Upon further investigating the contact number on the sign and the contact number I had were the same. Well…Lookey there. Who knew?
Posted on: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 11:02:52 +0000
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