There apparently aren’t a lot of Pick Up Your Path converts in Deerfield Beach. But there are, however, a lot of idiots.
My walk this morning was stop-and-go: go a few steps then stop to pick up one of the literally hundreds of things worthy of reclamation.
This is the worst mess imaginable.
In the first 15 minutes bag #1 was full. But plastic Armageddon was still ahead. Beneath the serrated fronds of low palmettos ideally suited to trap junk was an unfathomable amount of plastic and polystyrene. I reached what I could; some of it had clearly been there for a long, long time.
There was a very disturbing scene as I trod across a bridge spanning a waterway. The surface beneath the bridge was covered with floating debris, most of it destined before long to make its unfortunate way to the Atlantic. I hate that prospect.
It can’t be much worse than this. This is likely some kind of unenviable record for junk that amasses along a sidewalk. Then again, I suppose it could be worse in Detroit or Houston or Los Angeles. As they say, records are made to be broken.