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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 the scene, we did not expect to find nearly as much litter strewn about the trailhead as we had originally believed. Though, to be fair, this was also our first excursion, and thus we did not really know what to expect in the first place. Yet, in spite of our naiveté, we marched onwards down the length of the trail—trash bags and grabbers in hand—hoping to restore order and cleanliness to the woods that had since been tainted by human corruption. Thus, when the minute hand struck half-past nine, we embarked on our valiant journey through the local trail: the Meadowdale Beach Park. Of course, this is merely an embellishment of our activities. At the core of our efforts, we were simply picking up trash along and around the trail and maintaining elevated heart rates. However, we were truly shocked by the amount of litter, both human and animal, that we were able to gather during our hike. I myself remember encountering so many empty plastic water bottles along the...