The judge asked for the recorded documents supporting those rights.
The lawyer referred to subdivision planning records.
My attorney produced the actual plat.
The judge examined it.
Then asked whether the HOA possessed a recorded easement authorizing entry onto the pool deck.
The lawyer acknowledged that the specific access question remained disputed.
The judge looked toward the president.
For several seconds, the courtroom was quiet.
Then the judge explained that the existence of a potential civil dispute didn't entitle a person to repeatedly enter private property without permission.
The court issued a temporary injunction prohibiting unauthorized entry while the underlying issues were addressed through the proper proceedings.
The order was specific.
The president couldn't enter my property, open my gate, or direct others to do so without lawful authorization.
It didn't eliminate legitimate recorded utility rights or emergency authorities.
But it made clear that her HOA title wasn't a substitute for permission.
The president looked furious.
As we left the courtroom, she approached me in the hallway.
Her lawyer was several steps behind her.
She leaned closer.
"You think a piece of paper is going to stop me?"
I didn't answer.
She smiled coldly.
"You're going to wish you'd signed that agreement."
My attorney heard the statement.
So did a courthouse employee standing nearby.
We documented it.
And I returned home hoping the order would finally bring peace.
For three weeks, it did.
Then the blue bag appeared.
During those three weeks, I tried to return to normal life.
I stopped checking my cameras every hour.
I invited friends over for dinner.
And I finished several maintenance projects I'd been postponing because the HOA dispute consumed so much time.
I also added a lockable storage cabinet for pool supplies, improved the gate latch, and confirmed that the pool safety equipment was in good condition.
I didn't make these changes because the president had legitimately identified a dangerous condition.
I made them because I wanted the property secure and well maintained.
The court order remained in a folder beside my desk.
My attorney kept a copy.
The city police department had been provided the relevant information through the normal reporting process.
And the HOA board had received notice that its president was restricted from entering my property without permission.
For a while, the president stayed away.
She still sent hostile emails.
But she didn't come through the gate.
Then an envelope arrived from a company calling itself Southern Water Integrity Services.
The letter claimed my swimming pool had been the subject of an urgent water-quality concern reported by neighboring residents.
It recommended immediate inspection and suggested the pool could present risks to the community if not addressed.