Ironic* Garbage

It has been about a year since Liz and I decided to experience the great outdoors that is Colorado. We marvel at its beauty as we drive down the highway. We regularly just state, outloud, without provocation that this is simply the best place in the world to live. So with this in mind, we packed up our things in the family truckster and set off for the wilderness. Those long time readers may remember the stories of last year's venture into the woods, and those that don't, find the soaking wet tale here.

As for the camping trip, this year the weather was much more enjoyable, and proved to be just as picturesque as we remembered it, save for the wetness. We did enjoy a fantastic six mile hike through the park, and it was returning from this hike that we both spied the worst piece of litter either of us had ever seen.I think that the label is self explanatory. What kind of idiot procures a bottle of water from the Rocky Mountain Conservancy, and then litters with it???

* I hesitated to use the word ironic because of its elusive meaning, and the fact that almost noone, even those with multiple college degrees can seem to use it correctly. To those grammar nazis (most of which are my near and dear friends and family - I don't care if I use it wrong...)