My brother and I got wind that the last stretch of poles in our area were to be removed. We made our way down the familiar tracks I had not visited in a couple of years. Bittersweet, the fun of being on the tracks again, vs being scavengers of downed poles that would never be upright again. Our path became obvious, with glass crumbs showing us the way like Hansel and Gretel. Next: [id=242189227]