Power Lines

Edge of the Mesa – Part Two

Yesterday I showed you a quail that I flushed while walking on a dirt road near the edge of the Mesa, where the valley floor drops off down into the Cajon Pass. I had finally gotten out looking for some off-road hiking and exploration, and the area near my home is next to a humongously huge power substation with multiple massive power lines coming from the solar and wind farms out in the desert and the damns on the Colorado River, all headed toward Southern California.

Some might recall seeing these power lines stretching in the near distance behind our housing tract. There are a LOT of them criss-crossing the area.

Walking underneath them, there is a constant crackling sound from some sort of electrical discharge high above.

I love the look of them marching off toward the mountains in the distance. Not sure this would be the safest place to be when “the Big One” hits and those towers and wires start swaying and snapping and falling.

Off in the distance on the right is Mount San Antonio, or “Old Baldy,” still mostly covered in snow.