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How Litter Spoiled My Vacation
My husband and I just returned from a vacation in northern Idaho. If you have never been there, you should go sometime. It is some of the most beautiful country you can ever hope to imagine. The northernmost 50 miles consists of continuous high mountain ranges covered with trees, many high mountain lakes, as well as lakes down lower, and rivers and creeks. Just endless beauty all around. We go as often as we can, to fish for trout, and just relax and breathe the fresh mountain air. The scenery is to die for. And sometimes, if we are there at just the right time, we make the huckleberry season. There's nothing better than fresh-picked huckleberries and cream (or ice cream). The only problem in picking them, is that they grow high up on the mountains, and the bears like them too. The only thing I have to complain about amidst all this beauty is the litter. Honestly! I don't know what's the matter with people. Why can't they take their trash with them? Everywhere we went (and it's always the same way every time we go there), even in the most remote areas, there was litter. Potato chip wrappers and beer cans mostly. An occasional soda pop can, but mostly beer cans - I would say it was about 100 to 1. I could understand it when we were at some of the lakes lower down and closer to the towns that were more accessible. There were more tourists and visitors there, so naturally I would expect some litter. I understand it, but I don't excuse it. There is no excuse for leaving trash behind that I know of. We have been there often; I used to have relatives in the area, so I know how to get to some of the more remote places that the average tourist doesn't see. We visited some high mountain lakes that are difficult to get to, and that is an understatement. Some require a hike of at least a half mile, or sometimes more, uphill through trees and rocks to get to, and that's after driving up a narrow, winding track (couldn't be called a road) full of holes and bumps and boulders, snow patches and drop-off edges. Wouldn't you think that after all that, finally arriving at the remote lake - looking at the beautiful clear, icy water and the snow on the mountaintops, that you have just arrived in a most pristine area? That nobody in their right mind would even think about littering there? That everyone would be so very careful about not leaving any trash behind to mar the perfect beauty? Well, think again! Every single time, there was trash! I always think that maybe this time there won't be, but there always is. I always think that maybe this time those careless individuals, those unthinking clods, may have actually carried out their own trash. But they never do. There it is. Under and around the trees, in the water. I always carry an extra trash bag so I can pick up all the trash I see and take it out. All the beer cans and snack wrappers I can find. Just so the next person to go there doesn't have to see the trash. I can't clean up the whole world, but I can clean one small part and make it better for the next person to come along. Why do they do it? I just do not understand why people throw their trash everywhere. What is so hard about taking out what you brought in? And it wasn't only in the mountains, it was everywhere. Along the highways too. When you're driving in your car, you don't really see the trash on the roadside; it's not that apparent for the most part. But when you stop along the road somewhere, anywhere, you can see the trash filling up the ditches. What the heck. Let's just everybody throw our trash out the window. Why bother to save it and throw it away in the next trashcan we find? That's way too much trouble. We had a flat tire on the way home, out in the middle of Montana, miles from anywhere. As I was standing there beside the car,I could see all the litter filling up the ditches that I couldn't see from the moving car. I got out a trash bag and started filling it up, but of course I couldn't even make a small dent. Okay, that's my rant, I'm through. So litter didn't really ruin my vacation, I still had a great time; but, it definitely was a mar on those beautiful spots. Maybe next time there won't be.... |
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