My father taught me to walk the property line.
“Land doesn’t protect itself,” he used to say.
So every morning, I walk part of my boundary. Not because I am paranoid. Because I understand that small trespasses become habits when no one corrects them. Over the years, I have dealt with ordinary things. Hikers drifting too far. A couple trying to park an RV near the creek. Teenagers thinking the woods were nobody’s because trees do not come with front doors.
Most people apologize when they realize they have crossed
“I Found an HOA Cabin Built Deep on My Private Land—So I Set One Sign, Turned On the Cameras, and Let Karen Walk Herself Straight Into Court
