I walked away with berry-vine scratched arms, an out of shape and aching back and a pretty good deal of resentment toward those members of my tribe who figure …and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creeps… [Genesis 1:26] somehow means pissing on our Mother Earth.
THERE’S NOT MUCH the Church of the Open Road can do about this other than to, occasionally, walk through the area with a trash bag and to ask that you, my fellow “parishioners,” forward this post through your circle of friends (Facebook, motorcycle forum or whatever) with hope that, as it circulates, it will touch someone who otherwise might just leave their garbage on the ground in some other public / private space. Thus, ultimately ruining that relationship for all of us.
Like we used to say in grade school: “Pass it on.”
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