Making a Mockery of a Wildlife Sanctuary

Yesterday I enjoyed some of the best my little corner of the planet has to offer. I surfed for a couple of hours and spent a number of other hours hiking the backcountry and swimming in a mountain stream. Ironically, it was the lesser visited backcountry that appeared the most abused, as opposed to the immediate coast that never stops crawling with people.

The unbelievable amount of trash strewn about the creek was rendered less shocking only because of the sight of a smoldering fire in one of the many makeshift campfire rings. Several charred logs had been left smoldering in the mid-July 85 degree heat, as light afternoon winds were kicking up.

“Are you the morons that left the fire smoldering back there,” I pressed, cursing under my breath as I approached three hikers leaving the scene. I realize that, perhaps, a more diplomatic approach may achieve better results. But I’m not one to sugar coat my words for sake of other people’s feelings, and I am not a missionary or a teacher trying to convert or educate the savages. Once lost to the dark side I’m not wasting my time trying to bring them back by talking sense to the senseless.

“Nah, but thanks for putting it out,” one of the two guys responded as the lady with them looked on. The other guy stood sucking wind, his shirt off bearing a flabby back that resembled the color of a cooked lobster. When we passed him earlier in the day it was pasty white.

Thanks for putting it out? I thought. You were just ******* standing there looking at it a minute ago! What the hell you thanking me for? We walked up on them as they were standing across the creek, on their way out, talking about all the smoke billowing into the air. They watched me climb down to go drown it out after seeing that they weren’t going to do it. Hence the guy’s thank you comment.

An hour prior, we had been standing on the rocks overlooking the same camp in disgust and disbelief at all the trash spread about the area including at least six plastic gallon water containers. Interestingly enough, I did not see any smoke and nothing caught my attention when surveying the place accept all the garbage.

Perhaps at that time the logs were still burning slightly, unnoticeably, and then had begun to flare up and smoke after we passed and the afternoon’s light winds kicked up. I don’t know if those people started the fire or not, but I do know they saw it smoking, and they were in the process of walking away.

As I climbed down to the gravel flat and walked over to use one of the gallon containers for water to soak the fire, a large pile of previously unseen garbage came into view. What I had seen at first was nothing compared to what was piled up under the rock shelf and out of sight from above. There was a pile, and I mean a pile of trash. On the rock face just above the garbage heap somebody had scratched “TRASH.”

There were aluminum cans, plastic water bottles, socks, dehydrated food pouches for backpacking, shredded plastic bags stuffed with still more unidentifiable trash and innumerable other indiscriminate items just to name a few of the things. There was so much trash that, with my small already fully loaded day pack, I had no room to pack or carry it all out. I had to leave the vast majority of it. I have never seen so much litter. It would take a couple of Hefty bags to haul it all out.

When we got back to the trailhead, the afternoon heat, although relatively mild for this time of year, was plenty enough to get the honey bees busy. An apiarist has set down a collection of bee boxes and there was a heavy flow of them flying through the parking area like bats out of a cave mouth at dusk. And we were off back home to the foggy coast.

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4 Responses to Making a Mockery of a Wildlife Sanctuary

  1. bajaman says:

    The truly sad thing is those idiots that were going to leave the fire smoldering probably also left trash behind and no doubt are the same bone heads that profess radical enviromentalism. Remote areas that you have to hike into are visited by people who go out of their way to find unspoiled gems of natural beauty and how they can selfishly pollute the environment and yet talk about the need to build a sustainable model of development is mind boggling. You probably saved a forest Mr. Jack by putting that fire out. By the way big Daddy Gov’t just shut down Cedar Creek falls in San Diego because some poor kid fell to his death from the cliff. God forbid that anyone hurts themselves in the pursuit of life. Now no one can enjoy the falls.

    • Heather says:

      @bajaman: You have “no doubt” that people who left trash on the trail are also radical environmentalists? Really? Care to offer some evidence? Because I’m pretty sure “radical environmentalists” who engage in peaceful demonstration and protest and sacrifice economic gain for years of service… these are not the type of people who leave trash or a smoldering fire pit behind at a campsite.

  2. Blackcrown says:

    It’s pretty sad what’s happening that creek. I see more stupid people and trash every time I go there. The last time I was there I got really frustrated with all the idiocy. I fear that it’s going to be a battle to keep it from ending up like Punchbowls in Santa Paula. Thanks for not being a lazy bastard and putting that fire out.

  3. Nico says:

    The whole scene along this creek saddens me. I share Blackcrown’s fear that it will end up as just another version of the Punchbowls ruined with trash and graffiti. It’s such a neat place but it just seems to attract the idiot crowd… I haven’t set foot back there in probably 6 years largely due to these very problems. From all accounts it’s gotten worse this last year or two.

    Thanks for doing your part to put out the campfire and pack out what trash that you could. If one of the condors that hangs out in the area dies from ingesting trash, it’d be a real shame.

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