My parents have 250 acres that I grew up on in North Central Texas, and have lived there for thirty years now.

There is a big new high voltage electrical delivery line being built, and one path of three is across my parents land.

The pink spot is their house, on a bluff overlooking 70 foot tall pecans in a creek bottom, over a field where my great grandparents, great uncle, and grandfathers have had their ashes sprinkled to feed a carpet of bluebonnets that stretches for acres every spring.

People need power.

It just really, really sucks for my parents and my family if they pick the route that goes through my parents.

Plan, be a good steward, but be prepared to have your plans interrupted.