This land is my land.
I was doing a litter patrol around the campground at Ranger Creek and was almost back to my campsite when I noticed a few pieces over by a big tree. Up to that point, the trash was “normal.” Plastic and metal bottle caps. A piece of dental floss. Bits of foil. A couple of fire rings held a party’s worth of beer cans. Most sites were…
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