The litter spectrum, benign to unholy

The litter on the land falls along a spectrum. This disembodied deer hoof does not qualify as litter because, as far as I know, a human didn’t leave it on this abandoned, overgrown fire road. I felt no obligation to do anything more than pause and contemplate it.

At the opposite end of the spectrum is this spectacle just off Pinehurst Road on well-posted watershed land. I felt ashamed on behalf of humanity, but could do no more than pause and contemplate it.

Fortunately, that same day East Bay MUD had a crew nearby with a backhoe and related equipment, cleaning up an even worse litter pile.

That leaves a wide space between the two ends of the spectrum with different judgments to make and responses to consider. This next photo of cannabis seedlings is a few years old, and maybe these days people are doing a little less surreptitious planting in our out-of-the-way places.

It’s possible to do this without making an unholy mess, but I’ve come upon several instances in Oakland’s hills and they were all unholy messes of degraded plastic, bags of spilled fertilizer and remnants of crude camping practices. And the plants didn’t look very good either. So these seedlings . . . I left alone with a sense of foreboding similar to what I’d feel upon seeing fresh bear scat.

Stuff like this dead mylar balloon, lost from some celebration and fallen to ground way off the trail in upper Grass Valley, makes me feel ashamed . . .

but I’ve learned to stop stewing and just pick it up. One by-product of my quest to reduce my collection of rocks (I no longer call it a rock collection) is a growing set of used baggies. I pack several and fill at least one each outing.

Turns out that while I’m not that much of a hiker — just a flâneur of the hills — I’m right up there with the hardcore wilderness walkers who carry trash bags as their eleventh essential. It’s a practice I urgently recommend you follow too. Maybe we can’t fix the unholy messes that way, but it beats shame.

And here and there, you come upon trash that is picturesque.

And occasionally you come upon a thoughtful act of self-expression, around some corner where it’s been waiting to meet you. That’s what my next post will be about.

In other news, I’ll be leading a walk for Oakland Urban Paths next month visiting some of our historic former rock quarries. That’s in addition to the Oakland Heritage Alliance walk I’m leading in July. Also in the works, a walk for the Friends of Sausal Creek.

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2 Responses to “The litter spectrum, benign to unholy”

  1. jacqueline Says:

    Andrew, you are a treasure. Your writing is beautiful, faultless, your views fascinating. Oakland is in my bones and I learn much from you, from which I love it more. I’ve often been moved to say, thank you. Now I have.

  2. theoaklandraiders Says:

    I pick up tons of trash in Oakland all the time! Shattuck, Telegraph, Bushrod, Temescal. Blunt wrappers/straws, liquer bottles, it never ends.

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