Our public lands are this nation's greatest legacy and, as conservationist Randy Newberg states, are our greatest form of undistributed wealth ever. They're where we go to find respite from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Where we go to commune with nature, and quiet all the ills that plague our modern lives. They're largely untouched, unmolested things, and areas that abound with natural life that cities, towns, and suburbs have all eschewed in favor of convenience.
They're my favorite place to be.
Yet, whether I'm fly fishing Montana's backcountry, elk or deer hunting in Utah, or camping, hiking, or otherwise recreating with my family near our house or around the country, there's one underlying issue I see wherever I go: trash, and I'm not talking about some yahoo blazing a single track trail at Mach Jesus in a trophy truck smoking Marlboros and drinking Bud Light. I'm talking about the physical trash that literally everyone and their mothers leaves behind at camp sites, trail heads, or parking lots where they unload.
