Sunday, Labor Day weekend: a holiday commemorating the Work of Laborers. Small gatherings, barbecues, and logging, directly behind my house. Chainsaws blaring. Enjoy the holiday weekend.
The woods of Red Mountain in Arlington have been ringing with the noise of logging trucks that are over weight for gravel roads. Chain saws blaring at 6:25 a.m.
Calls of concern to local legislators, town officers, state foresters, State legislators and State Police all go unheeded. "There is nothing we can do." The truth is, we need wood for the winter, and the people of Vermont need to make a living. But no regulation whatsoever? Allowing logging at any time of day or night. No permit required. Clear cutting acres of old growth forest with no documents on file at the town clerk. This is not the Vermont way.
No record of survey is required to be filed with the town clerk. But without a permit or a survey filed with the town clerk, how do we you know if they are on our land or knocking down trees on to it? You can't just put the trees back up.
If they change the course of a stream and it runs through your house, or cuts off your source of water, it's your problem. If they clear-cut a hillside that creates a mudslide during the next tropical storm and your house is destroyed, get out a shovel. No environmental impact studies are required.
I used to live in California, where, when you log, you strategically cut the tree down. You are not allowed to plow the tree down with a bulldozer. Clear-cutting trees is what they do in third world countries. Has my home in Vermont become a third world country? With all the tax dollars that homeowners pay, you would think that the Vermont government would be willing to protect homeowners from clear cutting and noise pollution. This is not about government oversight. It is about simple regulation to help us maintain the monetary value of our property and our quality of life.
Simple regulations that protect us all. Where is the state legislature? "Vermont Strong" is a nice slogan, but the view and sounds from my back window scream "Vermont Weak."