The evening scene along the railroad tracks of Dunnellon looked apocalyptic to Bill White. Dark, wooden rail supports known as ties balanced in 10-foot stacks that stretched to the horizon.
“ I walked it for approximately 15 to 20 minutes, never got to the end of it,” he said. “It was like looking at some waste zone that has just been abandoned.”
Daytime brings a flurry of activity as railcars arrive and excavators unload old ties into the area’s grassy median…