Monday, March 22, 2014
I felt like a Sunday in the Parks.
While walking Petey around dawn, I saw that someone had a party in the basketball
court on Saturday; trash all over the place.
By the time I got there around 11 AM, there were people playing in the court
and the larger trash had been cleaned up.
I gave the man there with his wife and kids a prize and got the little
stuff.
Up by the front entrance, someone had a birthday party in the
shelter; they left the Happy Birthday banner along with the rest of their
litter. There were a bunch of big
glittery stars and such that I figured to come back and sweep up. I don’t know that I ever did, because I got
involved in the playground.
The playground and the shelters around it had a lot of trash, and
when I came back around a short time later, it had more. It was certainly being well-used at the
time. There was no old trash, so the
parks staff keeps it pretty cleaned up.
Still, someone had spread a lot of paper confetti in one area that took
a long time to get it all.
Playgrounds and picnic shelters in Riverside and Reinhart parks
would be good places to Super Sponsor.
I had observed a fair bit of trash in West Tussing Park from the
pedestrian bridge, and was determined to give it a cleanup, so I drove over and
parked in the parking lot at the relatively new east end of the park. Started in the bio-swale right in front of my
truck and then proceeded to the east side of the lot. There was a lot of small litter in plain
sight, some larger farther back in the bushes and next to the fence.
I found a bunch of lipstick-marked butts in the same place where I
had cleaned up what I thought at the time was a place where someone had dumped
her ashtray because of all the lipstick butts.
A gentleman I was talking to told me that a lady in a black sports car
drives in there every day; eats her lunch; stands outside her car and smokes;
and drops the butt.
The litter in East Tussing was, as usual, mostly around the
parking lot, tables, and benches by the river.
From there, I proceeded to West Tussing, where the big trash
was. There was some litter around tables
and benches, but not as bad as I remember it previously. I climbed to the top of the rocks under the bridge,
and found a piece of sleeping visqueen surrounded by small litter and dirty
socks. Picked up larger litter down the
downstream trail and down by the river.
Some was fresh; some had been washed up the steep bank in high water and
was hung up in the blackberries debris, very hard to get, but I got it.
By the time I got to the bridge, I had two full grocery bags and a
full bucket to haul up the hill to a trash can.
I strained my left wrist in the process and had to wear cabbage on it all the next day. I reported some blankets and such upstream,
too heavy for me to haul out that day.