More from Bassett Creek

One of my goals this past summer has been to get down into Bassett Creek on the south side.  I figured this is the driest it's going to get down there for the year.  Climbing down the rocks directly under the bridge seemed like the easiest way to get into this spot.

I brought my grabber (practically useless piece of poorly made crap from Menards!!!) to pull some of the stuff out of the water.  Plastic bags, bottles, cans, all the usual stuff.  What you really notice down here is all the broken glass.  Glass everywhere.  Years and years of broken glass bottles.  Like there was some kind of tradition to stand at the top and throw your bottle down just to hear it smash.  I started to pick some up.  It was making my bag too heavy so I stopped and just got the plastic.  And I wonder if I really need to get that glass anyway. Maybe just leave it.  Maybe in 50 years it will turn into sea glass or creek glass and it will be highly prized.

I found a broken up painting with the paint falling away from the canvas and the front end of a kid's trike.  I threw those things a little further up the hill for later retrieval and got myself back up the ravine by holding onto tree branches and vines.  I don't think I'm coming back down here anytime soon.