A selection of the trash. It is amazing how little debris there actually is. Most of what we found appears to have been left by fishermen who trespassed on the land, or kids who creep in at night.
None of it looked to be of recent vintage, which might be wishful thinking on my part.
Some of it, like the High Gravity Lager shown seem to be the high alcohol type drinks of dubious distinction. I had never even heard of that one.
Maybe when the gates and fencing are up, and signs posted and my very random presence noted, the trespassers will slack off. Maybe. I have yet to encounter anyone over there other than John and Connie and they have come in after I arrived.
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