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No man is an island...But check your deed, you just might own one.

Years ago I purchased a property from a prominent Paper Mill. They had gone to 100% recycled , and had some land where I was looking to build. Over the years Mr. Marcalus (Marcal paper) and I had become friends, and he was willing to part with this odd shaped parcel along the river. When title work began, there were a number of strange deed references to this property...it had been used as a log pond (when floating timber down stream). My attorney said "there was once a right to dam the river for logging purposes...but you wouldn't need that so lets take that out of the deed". What are you crazy?!...that is just the kind of thing that could come in handy when I build my own hydro-dam. Not going to happen...on this class 4 waterway controlled by the State...but it was a Good Thought.

But...I digress, the next item up for bid, was this little gem: Oh and there is a separate parcel that is an island...but there is no way over to it..."We Should give that to the State" my attorney said. Who is this we you are talking about?," if it comes with the conveyance I want it"...I said.

I have owned the property for about seven years now...Twice I have kayaked to my island (truth be told it's more of a sand bar in the middle of the river), But in the fall when the water is pretty low (like today) you can walk over in fishing waders (so I did).

Ok, its not much to look at, I get a separate tax bill every year for this...driftwood laden  pile of rock and sand, but its cool and the taxes are $11/year. I can only get to this lot by first crossing the Train Trestle Bridge and then by wading through the river.

Had to step off the tracks on my way to the island today, to dodge the train (this is a dinner train each day).

I also discovered that the Old Boston & Maine Rail Road's Easement on my land changes from 16.5 feet to the center of the track to 33 feet in various places along the half mile I share with the rail road. There were 6 permits required to install a one acre pond in my yard, due to the river frontage, DOT (R/R tracks), Army corps of engineers, Environmental services, Wet lands board, Licensed Hydrologist, Civil Engineer,Surveyor, excavation permit, and planning board approvals. Not knowing the rights afforded me in my deed and the legal set backs from Abutters, train tracks, and state right of ways...would have stopped this project completely.

 

I did discover there are non-rent paying tenant free loading on the one acre Island... free rent, For these short hair vagrants with big teeth (I know they have big teeth by the evidence left behind).

So No Man is an Island but check your title carefully, you just may find some interesting history or special features that came along with your ownership.

 

Steve Loynd - Realtor, and White Mountain N.H. Real Estate Expert

 

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29 commentsSteve Loynd • October 01 2009 07:15AM
No man is an island… But check your deed, you just might own one.
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Years ago I purchased a property from a prominent Paper Mill. They had gone to 100% recycled and had some land where I was looking to build. Over the years Mr. Marcalus (Marcal paper) and I had become friends, and he was willing to part with this… more