First thing every
morning I walk out to the Gurnet, which is in Plimoth Harbour, from the Powder
Point Bridge. Well, second thing. First I have a coffee and a donut, which is
why I have to walk out to the Gurnet every morning. Spaced equally along the
beach road in Duxbury are two latticed sheds that in the summer hold porta-potties.
As I walk, I clean the beach and lug everything to these two locations. Once a
week I drive down the isthmus gravel road and haul everything out with my
pickup truck. Ohh, . . . isthmus is a great spelling word!
Here is my load for this
week.
• 5 sandals, no matches
found
• 7 orange plastic woven
bags. To lure lobsters into the traps? Only a guess.
• 2 worn out red bricks.
I collect bricks. Doesn’t everyone?
• 78 cans and bottles.
Many are filled with beach sand and even unreadable.
• 3 long planks. I think
I recognized one from Hurricane Sandy – the one that hit Joisey.
• 2 ballcaps. One with
no markings. The second one is from the Hartford Marathon. It more than likely
was NEVER worn backwards.
• 3 Happy Birthday
balloons. I see a lot of these.
• children’s beach
tools. I find many shovels.
• yellow pails … one
• 87 pieces of oak
firewood, partially burned. Each piece is exactly the same length. My guess is
that it is from beach firewood purchased at 7-11, but I do not know for
sure.
• 57 pieces of plastico. Harper’s Magazine says that by
2050, the weight of the plastic in the ocean will be the same weight as the
fish that are swimming in the ocean. They could be lying to me. But why would
they? By the way, I would NEVER lie to you, mi
amor.
by Bob "Dent" Bacon
Actually I am not even
making a dent in the litter, but it makes me feel good.