On Saturday, Greg, Dan and I volunteered in the annual Blacks Run Clean-Up Day. Blacks Run is the creek that runs through downtown, JMU, and most of the city, then swings south below Massanutten (the mountain we used to live on), joins up with the North River, and empties into the Chesapeake Bay (hence: our watershed). Blacks Run is filthy, and has been for years; the creek water is dangerously toxic to fish, birds, and plant life. This year was (I believe) the third annual Clean-Up Day, and hundreds of people came out on drizzly, chilly Saturday to pick up trash. Last year, they picked up two tons of trash, and this year, I think Greg and Dan gathered almost that much by themselves.
We were working on Pear St, about a mile south of downtown, right along the railroad tracks. Oddly, we were nowhere near the creek, but we picked up eighteen bags of trash anyway, cause that’s where the organizers sent us.
Greg and Dan found a ton of tires, as well, buried in the woods and ravines next to the tracks.
And the obligatory picture of Greg making a silly face:
We were filthy and disgusting and smelly when it was all over (Dan found a huge trash bag full of dirty diapers…), and Greg and Dan were both smelling their hats to see if the stink carried that far:
We finally made it back downtown for the volunteer lunch, where we saw this lovely sight:
We were glad they provided hand sanitizer before giving us pizza, but I wouldn’t normally label a table of hand sanitizer as food. Maybe that’s just me.