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Sunday, April 19, 2026

A Brief Intermnission: Behemoth's Plight

 This time of year is known in tourism as the shoulder season, as is late autumn.   They are the before and after of tourist season.


Behemoth, my Ford F-150 pickup, might be excused his confusion, as he is being asked to shoulder (how'd ya like that pun, huh?) both firewood season and litter clean-up.   The implements of both are in his truck bed, ready for implementation at any time.






Except today.  New snow on the ground and light rain have dispelled any thought of going out to pick up beer bottles and diapers.

My 20th year of cleaning up litter along 44 miles of the Seward Highway, including all the pullouts, began yesterday, Saturday.   I spent three hours just cleaning up the pullout at Tern Lake.

That's where I always begin, because the snow melts the fastest there.




Three bags and the implements.

Another view. 







All done.    There's a lot more pullout behind the camera, too.



Three hours to fill three bags!   But, that included raking up all the cigarette butts, toilet paper, and dog/human droppings.   That takes a lot of time.

The 2025 Botswana Journals are nearing their end.   Just a few more chapters at most.

Most of my time from now until snowfall in the fall will be devoted to litter.    Endless litter: unpaid job security.

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