I'm often amused at the things that can appear on our trails overnight. You pass the same spots often...one day, it's scrub brush and the next day, you wonder if someone has moved in. Or worse, they just drop off boxes of possessions...like the homeless need new lamps!
A few days will pass with the boxes / items undisturbed. But eventually people will start picking through the items. Me? I try to take the glass home - not because I want it but that I don't want our dogs stepping on broken glass.
It's incredible what you can find out there, sometime floating down the river. I've long wanted to write post titled shopping at the creek. Several of my favorite things were scavenged from there.
Last week, I noticed someone had discarded a little purple plastic crate along one of our trails. There was some lipstick and makeup with it. And the crate was all busted. And apparently, the unspoken rule of leaving such stuff alone for a few days holds with the canines as well as the homo-sapiens. But on the third day, Bart claimed that purple crate for his very own. It has been thoroughly marked. Just so you know... this is Bart's:
And yes, that IS Bart juice!