Again.
Voicemail.
received an email from Bradley Shaw.
The HOA was formally demanding $284,000 in damages.
Lost ticket revenue.
Vendor penalties.
Advertising losses.
Sponsorship obligations.
“Two hundred eighty-four thousand?” Tyler said.
Rachel looked amused.
“That’s their opening number.”
“What’s ours?”
I handed her the yield monitor report.
She smiled.
“Our number gets more interesting every hour.”
At 11:20, Cedar County Health Department inspectors arrived.
Not for me.
For the HOA.
Apparently, somebody had planned to serve food on my farm without final site approval.
The temporary kitchens had been connected to a water source without authorization.
My water source.
A spigot beside the machine barn.
The inspector photographed everything.
At noon, the fire marshal arrived.
At 12:30, the insurance company called asking whether I had authorized public access.
“No.”
The representative went quiet.
“You’re certain?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you.”
At 1:05, Cedar Ridge canceled the Harvest Weekend.
NFORESEEN PROPERTY ACCESS DISPUTE.
That phrase lasted approximately eleven minutes online.
