Later in the day I hauled the clothes up to the top of the new stairs that were built last fall. I didn't have the energy to continue on to the trash can so I just left them. There used to be a trash can closer to this location but Park and Rec has not put out yet. I figured the maintenance folks would see my pile soon enough. When I walked by a few days later the clothes were gone. I continued up river to see about those waders. Gone too.
Further up stream along the stretch, as always, there was lots to pick up. And quite a few shoes. I started to count them just for something to do. There were the lone flip flops, the boot, the white shoe, the loafer. Maybe 12 in total.
A few days later I was picking up trash again just south of Bassett Creek on a hidden beach I call Middle Beach. There were those waders again and yet another mess of clothes in the muck. I hauled some of them out. So now the waders are mine, all mine I thought to myself.
Fast forward to this morning. Fueled by coffee and cookies I stuffed those waders with sticks and stones so they can stand up by themselves. Add a nice but dirty XL Columbia Jacket with a channel 9 news logo on it. Create a makeshift head with materials on hand. Now I just need a hat and a pair of sunglasses. I'll have no trouble finding those sometime soon and who knows maybe someone else will add to my creation.