Sometimes, as a scoutmaster, I have no idea how to keep a group of 12-13 year old boys busy for an hour and a half. Make them mow my lawn? Drop them off at an arcade and wait outside? Answer: “Yes” and “yes”.
But yesterday afternoon, in a flash of brilliance, I realized that I had minions at my disposal. So off we went to the Provo River Trail to pick up trash. We walked from the Geneva/Center Street corner of the PRT, toward the lake (west). We picked up all manner of junk.
My faith in humanity was destroyed as I saw cans, bottles, wrappers, a pair of pants (a pair of pants?). Then it was restored as I watched my boys pick up this crap and haul it off of the trail. They were happy to do it. I didn’t hear one word of complaint. These are good kids.
So now, when I go for a run tomorrow, there will be a one mile stretch of road that will be clean.
Next week we’ll see about two miles of clean trail.