Road Wars

So. You'll remember that last Monday, the new road to my house was closed off, and I was furious.

All week long, I stewed over it and on Friday, I paid a visit to the Borough offices. The guy who appeared when I dinged the bell for service did not service me sufficiently. Service Dude had a printout of roadworks in progress, but it was color-coded, and his copy was nothing but a black & white FAILWhale. Service Dude called the guy in charge of this particular project, but Mr Supervisor Guy was on vacation. Service Dude then called Mr Not My Problem, who was covering for Mr Supervisor Guy, but it wasn't Mr Not My Problem's problem, so he only wanted to talk to Service Dude and not me. Mr Not My Problem said "blahblahblah, runaround bullshit nonsense unicorn gargamel gibberish if you have any questions, you can call" which, HELLO! WHY WOULD I CALL YOU WHEN I'M STANDING RIGHT HERE IN THE BUILDING, HUH? SHOW YOURSELF!

I left insufficiently serviced (as I believe I have already mentioned), but clutching Mr Not My Problem's business card. Win?


Then on Saturday, some neighbors stopped by, because they too were irked, as were others. Neighbors gifted me with the Borough Mayor's home phone number, so I could call him directly with my WTFs. Also, apparently this is some sort of pissing contest between the Borough, or maybe the contractor who did the work, and the local mushers. Because the mushers put a lot of time and energy into maintaining the dog trail, which the bulldozers destroyed: presumably cars and 4 wheelers and snowmachines and dogsleds would now share the same road. And that would have been kind of annoying, but doable, except now the road is completely closed and no one can do anything on it, and the trail is destroyed just as the training season is starting. On top of all that, throw in a handful of bureaucratic machinations involving ownership and right-of-way and trespassing and project completion and signing off and officiality and plop it all down right here in Knik, and watch the fireworks!

Anyhoo, the long and short of it is this: people are PISSED. Not just me. And over the weekend, one of those people did this:


On my side of the swamp.


On the other side.


People began driving through again, and joy abounded. Until I got home from work tonight and discovered this new development:


So I went the long way around, and twenty minutes later I rolled up to Chez Jen, and found that the Pissed People had already worked their magic on this set of barriers:


I don't know what's gonna happen out here tomorrow, but I'll be down by the road with a big bowl of popcorn to watch the show.