Glad that you enjoyed it this morning.
I surmise that I am into a pure experience of nature. The lack of clothing, being as close to a part of nature as I can, a part of my intent is to know it better, know oneness. When looking for this pure experience, and finding more natural, untouched nature, the influence of humanity stands out as incongruent. Trash and disruption are out of place. I feel an apology to the earth when I see this disrespect. I also focus on the nature as soon as I pass to the next positive, forgetting the transgression, embracing, or being embraced, even overwhelmed by the immediate experience. I generally don't pick up trash on the trail, it is cumbersome. My tendency is to clear up the damage around places like campsites, and where I can load up the truck, when I have stopped moving. Restoring and picking up trash, is a prayer.
I have seen DF find a nasty plastic bag on the trail, pick it up and then fill it up, Goddess that she is.
Fortunately, those tear-eyed Indian infomercials of old seemed to have had an influence that have grown. There is less trash than when I was growing up. Most people pack it in, pack it out, At least in the west. Our Southern Arizona Naturist Society (SANS) used to have a sign designating that we were the official keepers of a section of Interstate 10 coming into Tucson. It was good advertising. We gathered a couple of times each year and did a cleanup.
Jbee
