Came out from a four day trip today and I was shocked, SHOCKED, at the amount of trash on the BA. A pile of gatorade bottles in the Narrows, a shirt, scarf and book in the Supai, and a host of goo packet tabs (Runners: pick up after yourselves. Your mother does not live on the BA.)
And special hall of shame message to Hertzel: Here yesterday: gone today. It only takes a bit of elbow grease to get rid of your stupid bid for immortality at Three Mile Resthouse.
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