Nothing is a better yardstick for the eye, in a landscape without trees, than telephone or electrical poles. This line zigzags through the Cedar Pass terrain, emerging high up on the Old Northeast Road (where I’ve heard referred to as the "high wire line" although the poles seem to be of average size). You really get a good sense of scale when you realize this line turns, three poles in, and heads left until it disappears in a ravine. If you examine the upper left corner of the photo, you’ll see a TINY pole at the rim.
The Orebody 