It’s almost summer on the Cape!
But right now I’m sitting in a strange bed in Colebrook CT, with either the flu or metal fume fever, so it’s a great time to talk about all the garbage I’ve been finding while wandering around the beaches and backwoods of West Dennis. (our g
During the first week as a nature instructor, I taught a class on garbage, which was mostly a scavenger hunt for ADD children out behind the train tracks, where a freight truck carries garbage from the Cape to the mainland. We found so many fascinating things: a broken television set. Rusting cans. Rubber things. Styrofoam. A wooden pylon with nails sticking out. Probably some cigarettes. The kids loved it.
More exciting things were found during a sweep of the campsite we work out of. A plastic bottle rocket and several breakfast cereal packages had joined the ducks and frog’s of Elisha’s Pond. Half buried in a garden was a punctured volleyball; it looked like Pac-Man. A few dozen glowsticks from the school visit prior were hiding out on the grounds.
Lesson Learned: finding garbage is easy. The neighborhood where I lived in Washington DC was filthy too, but that’s because it was in a city. Dennisport is a sleepy town with one intersection that features an Ocean State Job Lot, laundromat, liquor store and Buckies Biscotti.
On my way back home I took pictures of the garbage along the side of the road. I was going to write up little write-ups for each photo…but instead I think I will let the trash speak for itself. This is now a Photo ESSAY. Each pictures is worth 1,000 words so you’re getting 16,000 words on Cape Cod Garbage. You’re welcome.
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