The search goes on. The search goes on. Found & Lost. Some days you are the pigeon, some days the statue.
I remember the piece of ground I had in West Branch Michigan in the 60's. Beautiful small town, three acres of woods, dirt road, no nosey neighbors, and no stinking permits. Septic tank was a 250 gallon oil tank. Pipes to the field was 4" diameter aluminum coin shoots from a bank. System never failed in the 15 years I owned it.Common sense still worked then....don't put your septic system in an area to foul your well. Other construction still used common sense then to. Build your roof so it did not leak, right peak so snow did not collapse roof, etc etc. Why go on. Those days are gone. Today you need three of everything, approved drawing you have to pay a fortune for, every portion of construction done by a LICENCED contractor, then inspected 30 times before you are considered safe. Think Chinese dry-wall?
Damn I was born 100 years to late.
The five acres I had found was good looking land to. All woods and acess by a good dirt road, and for Florida high ground. Being somewhat smarter than last time I deceided to find out if there was any restrictions, and what was the CODE requirements. Yah I should have known. How about needing a permit for an address? Permit for driveway? I won't bore you with all the additional permits required because my head would explode. The search goes on.