Packout day: 14 pounds of wrappers and boot prints

Second weekend in a row hauling out other people's camp litter — the usual crunch of dried instant noodles and one cracked flask that smelled like cheap vanilla. But I noticed the boot prints that kept leading off trail, straight up the soft bank. Erosion starts there, in that little 'it's just me' path. Same shortcut, same story. We keep making both.