As usual, what looked to be a lot of trash from a drive-by was in reality even more. There is always something hidden under a pile of leaves, and in this case, it was bottles and cans. Left as we were with only increasingly heavy bags of refuse and no explanation for how it appeared on the side of the road, Julie and I amused ourselves with our favorite pick-up conversation... a round of litter forensics.
Apparently, after dark, Jacob's Creek Road turns into one big party. We picked up what seemed like a hundred pounds plus of liquor bottles, beer bottles, energy drink containers, empty and partially full packs of cigarettes, and empty party food packaging. There was one shoe. There was a sodden blinged out, bedraggled purple leather purse that held a barren faux Tory Burch wallet. I found long bleached bones with an attached webbed foot... the leg of a duck?
What does go on at night on that road? Any guesses as to how long it will take the trash to re-accumulate?
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| An absolutely beautiful setting, all tidied up for spring. |

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