Day two as chauffeur for the clean up crew. Part of American culture is the subset of humans that need to drive goofy vehicles in the desert. The idea is to get drunk and drive your truck up some steep sand covered hill. This will prove you are a brave man and a idiot that has no respect for the environment. When you need a rest from your idiocy you go to the Forest Service camp site to enjoy your fire made from discarded pallets. Of course you must break your beer bottles, scatter your trash, and if you want leave some loaded baby diapers.
The mission of The Forest Service is to keep the place nice for the segment of the planet that deserves a nice place. This works for the jerks. They get to come back to make their next mess after we have cleaned up the nails with a magnet left from the last Pow Wow. The real irony of this is the older guys doing this clean up are being funded under a grant from an Indian reservation. The mess we cleaned up was on the edge of an Indian reservation, and more than likely the offenders were from the reservation. So here you have this strange situation were elderly white men are being paid minimum wage to clean up a mess by the reservation with funds from the reservation. You might recall the story yesterday about Oak Flats. The Native Americans were camped out there to protest the destruction of a sacred site for copper mining. Maybe they could move the tents and signs over near the reservation and protest the destruction of their land by their people driving four wheel drive vehicles up the side of the mountain.
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