There are many fascinating stone rows up under the power lines mentioned in the last post, some of which I have posted before, like this one showing ATV and dirt bike damage:
Perhaps the most beautiful zigzag photo I ever took up along the power lines shows one very probable pragmatic reason Native People built them - to manage the blueberries that grew there, by selective burning, limited by the stone firebreaks:
The zigzag shape could symbolise many different things - Medicine or Mystery or Manitou, maybe lightening, maybe something else, and maybe all of the above...
Some of these rows have dissappeared, bulldozed away, maybe to be used somewhere else. One place where they occurred, almost identical to this, somebody dug for the gravel and sand, before I ever photographed them.
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you’ve got
‘Til it’s gone..."
From the song "Big Yellow Taxi" by Joni Mitchell - with this interesting reference I heard about at a fund raiser by an ukelele player in Honolulu just recently...