We arrived back to the scene where it all began, now armed with the trash collecting skills of previous hikes. Being the cynics that we are, we of course expected the trail to once again be polluted with myriad bags of dog poop, water bottles, and other miscellaneous waste that wouldn't have otherwise been on the trail if society didn't suck. What we found—or rather didn't find—blew us away; there was actually not that much trash. Since we've already elucidated this spot before, we won't bore you with the same details. A Mountain to Climb, a Hill of Trash This time, the beach was even nicer due to better weather; the same goes for the amount of trash—albeit not due to the weather because that's kind of not how things work. Rather than finding almost thirty water bottles on our excursion, we only happened to find two. None of them were even filled with pee! In addition to the water bottles, there were precisely ten bags of dog poop. While not nearly as many bags...
When we first arrived at McCollum Park, the northern terminus of the North Creek Trail, we were greeted by a pleasant sunny day with clear, open fields full of green grass. However, things started to look a lot more gloomy when we approached the trailhead. One of the first objects we found was a syringe lying on the grass, an ominous sign for what was to come. Then, we entered the first wooded section, and the amount of trash we uncovered grew exponentially. There were dozens of assorted bottles and bags in a very small section where the trailhead was still visible. Our endeavor was not assisted by the dense brush with thorns that we had to venture through to pick up the litter. And of course, there were a multitude of dog bags that added a distinct scent to our adventure. Bad Omen Our greatest find of this trash cleanup was an old Forever 21 bag that contained the materials necessary to grill. This peculiar discovery demotivated us even more, for the people who frequented this trail h...