I went hiking!
The graffiti was everywhere. On the street signs. On the concrete dividers. On the metal trashcans. And, more disturbing, on the trees, rocks, and canyon walls. It covered the cave walls from the entrance to the very end of the narrowest passage and was done with everything from markers to spray paint to chalk.
I am still sorting through my feelings about the tagging. While I understand the need to mark, I just do not get the need to tag an innocent rock just trying to lay off the beaten path and soak up the sun. While even I have been guilty of carving my name into stuff, I cannot fathom why someone would gouge out the wall of an ancient shelter.
and seriously...what is all this hostility against cheetos?
I love the photos, Christine.
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