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...
EXPLORING THE SOUND ONE TRAIL AT A TIME