High on a Mountain Top

I love the dump - or I should say, I love going to the dump.  I was going to grab my camera and shoot some action pictures from up there but I left it home.  Ben, Gordon and I went up there today to take some old railroad ties and our old, old, ancient and huge former artificial lighted Chistmas tree. (Which had currently been smack in the middle of my downstairs storage room, inhibiting my food storage efforts). 

We drove up and mused about the differences between our dump here in Boise and the dump in Idaho Falls.  Gordon tells me Idaho Falls is free, that they have some sort of tax dollars at work there. 
We must not have tax dollars at work in Boise, because today's visit cost $16.  Probably an interesting story there...

I am always facinated when they tell you to go to this area or that and today they told us to go right to the top.  I am facinated too at how many people need to work at the dump.  Three of them were there just to tell us to back up to where they pointed, each after the other had done so.  Then they get on their walkie talkie and probably tell the front loader to head over our way.

In Island Park, where the Bird cabin is located, there is a dump.  It has crudely made signs with images on them, so that Pakinstanis and Iranians and Dutch people can tell where to take their old refrigerator too.  But the funniest one is a sign that says, "Dead Animals" with a hand pointing a finger (pointer) where to go.

We backed in and Gordon and Ben began emptying out the trailer.  As I looked around, I saw the front loader coming (I am so enamored of big machines like these).  It came up right next to us and pushed garbage, mostly trees, grass, wood & stuff, all the way back so far that I thought the front loader was going to go over frontward and down the hill.  I'm sure the driver thought that I couldn't take my eyes off him; actually I couldn't take my eyes off the frontloader.  It would be so cool to drive one of those!  Not only that, but to dig and push stuff with it.  I'm sure that being raised with brothers and having only boys for so long had a big impact on me.

Before I knew it, we were done and heading back down the road for home.  We passed the asbestos section, the battery, paint and appliance section, the household garbage section, but not once have I ever seen the "Dead Animals" section at the Boise dump.

I pondered this and the $16 fee vs. your tax dollars at work all the way down.  With the windows rolled up, of course.