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Friday Mar 26, 2021 #
12 PM
Walking 2:05:04 [2] 3.41 mi (36:41 / mi) +99m 33:38 / mi
Walker with W. Down Br. Londonderry to Eastman, to Stinger, Esker, Eagle, bit of Hemlock, Rookery & back. Shower came down as I was driving over, leading me to think I'd started too late. But it was off and on sun, spring peepers, very nice. No bugs yet.
Found one bagged poop by trail side - along a path way in the woods, far from anything, really. Why bag & leave has been considered. I don't think this was an out & back trail. Not 100 yards further along, I came across another poop right smack in the middle of the trail - poop golfed that one away. The other had presented a dilemma. Couldn't leave it there. Didn't have the where-with-all to push it a ways under an off-trail boulder & hide with leaves - so I carried it along in hand. I noted it didn't smell in the bag. I had a small day pack. Carried it several hundred yards to Eagle, then bit the bullet and put it in one of the pockets in the pack. Later I found an mostly plastic gallon jug (with spoiled choc. milk) - and easy to deal with. Back on Br. Londonderry, I checked out the now abandoned, junked-up area where people lived last summer - on private property right by the (dirt), otherwise attractive enough, road. When they left, much was left behind, much of it useful had it been treated properly. I felt it was fair enough to put the bagged poop right in the center of the mess as a statement of disapproval of what I was looking at: 1, 2, 3
Found one bagged poop by trail side - along a path way in the woods, far from anything, really. Why bag & leave has been considered. I don't think this was an out & back trail. Not 100 yards further along, I came across another poop right smack in the middle of the trail - poop golfed that one away. The other had presented a dilemma. Couldn't leave it there. Didn't have the where-with-all to push it a ways under an off-trail boulder & hide with leaves - so I carried it along in hand. I noted it didn't smell in the bag. I had a small day pack. Carried it several hundred yards to Eagle, then bit the bullet and put it in one of the pockets in the pack. Later I found an mostly plastic gallon jug (with spoiled choc. milk) - and easy to deal with. Back on Br. Londonderry, I checked out the now abandoned, junked-up area where people lived last summer - on private property right by the (dirt), otherwise attractive enough, road. When they left, much was left behind, much of it useful had it been treated properly. I felt it was fair enough to put the bagged poop right in the center of the mess as a statement of disapproval of what I was looking at: 1, 2, 3
