Whose woods these were is only a guess. Even though we own the property around us, this time of the year, when the vegetation is barely beginning to grow, old bottles and trash in the woods stick out like a sore thumb. These artifacts are clear evidence of other times and other people.
Part of the bluff is thick with vines that twine and twirl close to the ground. I crawled around on my hands and knees through the vines and gathered up three partial bags of trash. Old aluminum beer cans, pint liquor bottles filled with mud, and glass pop bottles were partly immersed in the leaves and moss and broken twigs of the forest floor.
The mosses are turning green and some grasses are starting to grow. Once the overhead canopy of trees and vines fills up with leaves, these plants won't see much sunshine. But now, in early spring, they green up early.
From the trash that we continue to find in the woods along Cedar Bluff we can conclude that quite a few years of picnics and parties went on along the shores of Lake Huron. If the woods could talk there'd be a fine lot of stories told of when the waters were deeper, the nights quieter, the stars were closer, and life was simple enough for a campfire by the lake.
Copyright 2012
Wanda Hayes Eichler
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