Does anyone else have fond memories of going to the county dump? I used to LOVE to get to ride in the pickup truck with my Dad to the dumps. The awful rotten smell, the seagulls circling the air, the loud tractors smashing all the garbage down. I would get in the back of the truck and help Dad throw all the junk down in to the big canyon of garbage.
Things sure have changed. For one thing our dumps is now way more recycling than garbage dumping and that is a good thing. Our dumps also has a great "thrift store", I have found some really great deals out there. But there are the times when you just have garbage to get rid of and its not stuff that can be recycled like old stinky, dirty carpet remnants, small unusable broken pieces of drywall, and pieces of painted wood. I guess I'm glad to see that there is no longer a canyon of garbage but instead a large (very stinky) building where you go indoors to push your garbage out on to a cement floor.
It sure is a different experience than the one I remember. This visit reminded me once again how important it is to think about every single item I throw in to the garbage can. I recycle a lot but I think I could do more.