Hello readers. I admit that I am quite lucky indeed. I get paid to travel to Alaska each year during the field season for scientific research projects throughout the state. I find myself in super-remote places more often than I am in civilization. I dig it...a lot. But, there is something I don't dig. And that's striking out on a beautiful beach to explore, on a beach that may very well have not seen a human soul for 100 years or more, but it's got humankind written all over it with plastic debris.
It really is appalling to come up here each season and see with my own eyes the extents of our plastic epidemic. Here is an article I just came across that is worth reading about this very scene. It's a damn shame that such a beautiful place is an unintended dumping ground for stuff we don't use anymore. At what point will we become intelligent enough, and enamored enough by emotion at destroying our own planet (and bodies), to precipitate the change needed?
