More about easements.
Take my property, for instance. If you look on the actual property map, I have a 110’ x 55’ lot. I also notice that the street I live on is marked as 50’ wide, and my paperwork tells me there is a 10’ easement by the city.
Well, if you actually measure the width of my street, the pavement is only 30’ wide. The other 20’ is on the front lawns of the houses on either side. There’s nothing separating what is technically the city’s property and what is technically mine. The same lawn runs right from my house to the curb. But my 110’ front to back doesn’t actually start until 10’ away from the curb. So while I might perceive the extra 10’ as part of my yard, technically it is not, just in case the city decides to put in a more or less useless sidewalk on my cul-de-sac. Right now they just have a jacaranda tree there. Technically, the city has granted me the right to have my driveway extend through their property to make it connect to the street, greatly increasing its usefulness. Thanks, guys!
There are other easements, such as the fact that I have a utility pole in the corner of my backyard, which means the power company has an easement to waltz in whenever they please to do maintenance on it (they’ve only shown up once in three years to check for termites). Other easements similarly cover phone and sewer service.
I have paperwork that just barely mentions the nature of all the easements on my property. Most of them make reference to various documents stored at the LA County Registrar’s Office for the details, so one day during a rather long vacation from work a couple of years ago I went down there to get copies for my own records.
While the building looks to be about 60’s or 70’s vintage, from the look of the records department in the basement, I’d say that level had been there since about 1880 or so. The people working there were straight out of Central Casting, and their demeanor suggested that after work they were going to go knock back a few with the Albino from “The Princess Bride”. There were only a couple there when I arrived, but as I got to work, they multiplied, until six or seven people were standing around gawking at the sheer novelty of a property owner who wanted to know who had a right to do what to his property.
Getting the detailed neighborhood map, the one that specifies, my property boundaries in terms of specific distances and angles relative to established surveyors’ monuments, was relatively simple. As for the easements, however, the references to specific document numbers in specific volume numbers was useless (even thought the realtors had taken pains to write it that way, hmmm…), because the information apparently was no longer stored that way. I had to go to a microfiche that had the easements referenced in alphabetical order according to the entity that currently held the easement. So, given that I had a declaration of the original founding of the neighborhood listing the easement holders as of 1953, I had to do the detective work of figuring out who had sold and resold what assets over a half century to find out just who was now allowed to barge in through my gate.
I gave up after about two hours before I was half way through. No wonder lawyers charge so much to research this crap.