Blodgett Landing wasn’t exactly designed for heavy machinery. The cottages here sit on tiny slivers of land that once held tents. Think adult dorm space, except you get your own front door and there are fewer keg parties. Lakefront strip of cottages in Blodgett Landing Anticipation was sky-high when our builder rolled in today. Picture this: a huge truck pulling a trailer with an excavator creeping down a one-way road the size of a driveway. Cue the entrance of our unofficial “mayor” of Blodgett Landing. Captain Kara saved the day by offering her driveway so the crew could back the behemoth down between the houses. Without her, that excavator might still be stuck on Middle Street. This was also the moment hubby and I realized we’d been wildly optimistic about just how much space we had to work with. Spoiler: not much. At the southern back corner of our lot, we negotiated with our back neighbors for permission to cross a sliver of their land. The crew eased the excava...