Well, monsoon season is upon us here in fair Flagstaff, so we have moved down from A1 Meadow to the Priest Draw. It rains considerably less here, therefor our solar set up is effective, therefor we are all much much happier. Since apparently we've already put the hottest part of the summer here behind us, (suck on that, Texas!) Havoc and I are spending most of our days walking around, exploring the forest around our campsite, and have come across the point of this entry.
Trash.
Lots and lots of trash.
I'm actually, literally, significantly horrified by the amount of trash I'm finding here. Broken bottles, beer cans, food wrappers, cigarette butts, hundreds of shotgun shells, even an entire tent tossed into a low spot! Oh, and let's not forget the television that someone used for target practice. There are soda bottles chucked down prarie dog holes, and toilet paper wads everywhere.
It boils my blood and confuses the hell out of me that apparently, to many, enjoying nature means destroying it. Well I'll be damned if my son grows up to be one of those people! He's being raised on Leave No Trace ethics, and in that interest he and I are cleaning house up here. We have collected three full trash bags so far (seriously), and have only scratched the surface (seriously). And that's just this campsite! We only have a few more weeks here, we don't have the time (or the manpower) to get it all, but by god we're going to get what we can.
Pack out what you pack in, people, and if you come across the evidence that someone else wasn't a good enough person to do so, do the world (and our children's generation) a favor, and pack that out, too. If you didn't leave it better than you found it, you did it wrong.
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