We live in one of the most beautiful unspoiled places in the U.S., high in the Colorado Rockies. In the summer, the wildflowers knock your socks off. In the fall, the aspens glow with gold against the rocks and deep green of the conifers. Also ubiquitous are the beer cans someone drops into the gully across from our driveway most weekdays. So going out for a walk means coming home with the beer cans to put into the recycle bin.
This guy who prefers Foster's Ale and his friends who drink a variety of other brews either live or work up here. So why do they think trashing the place is okay? Why do they think their mother will be there to pick up after them? I considered posting a sign asking them why they are doing this. My husband thinks if I did that, he may give us all his trash just to make a point. He's probably right. Anyone who would do this everyday is living un unconscious life. I don't even want to think about him drinking and driving.
So unless we catch them in the act, the only thing we can do is continue to pick up the cans, the bags, the fast food wrappers so we can continue to enjoy living in this paradise and give it the respect it deserves.
