Hello Waldo!

For those who did not attend the town meeting last weekend, there was a great article covering it in the paper last week. There was some great communication about the difficult state of our dirt roads in the spring (and often throughout the year) and I hope the Board of Selectmen keeps us posted. I will do my best to reach out and find out more when I’m able.

The best thing for failing dirt roads is to rebuild the road base with a good layer of rubble, to create a good crown so that runoff can find its way off the road, and to have effective, well maintained drainage along the sides. It’s not cheap to re-do roads, of course, but it’s not cheap to have to repair them many times over each year either. It sounds like there’s finally some appetite to spend money and really improve our roads.

The work at the end of the East Waldo Road last fall was OK, but it needed a final layer of gravel on top and that never happened. I was surprised to hear that the town had worked with an engineer on that section.

Poor roads are stressful for people to have to get to and from work every day, are older and worry about getting to the hospital or appointments as necessary, or have lower clearance vehicles.

I was glad to hear that speed limits and truck traffic were brought up, too. There’s a new gravel pit on Ed Nickerson Road, and the big trucks go back and forth, drive too fast, are loud, and use their air brakes right in the middle of our small neighborhood. The speed of regular traffic is astonishing, too. We have been meaning to call the Sheriff’s Office. With a young kid and two young kids across the street, it terrifies me to think of them running across the road. Speed limit signs are a good start, because at least that can be enforced.

It feels like pure luck that we are having a mild, early spring. Remember the snowstorm last year that knocked out power for four days? I was eight months pregnant and we drove around and tracked down a CMP truck to plead our case. The crew manager was a nice guy from Southern Maine and he personally made sure we were back in action by dinner time. It was Easter Sunday, the first spent without any other family. A lot has happened since then.

This early spring feels like we are finally getting a break; a turning toward something lighter and more joyful. The eager tulips, the baby scooting all over the grass and climbing in and out of the raised vegetable beds after a pine cone or a big rock, quart jars of maple sap in the fridge, and the excitement of the green and growing season ahead. These are the things that lift our spirits these days.