The toxicity of pollution from the city and immoral bandwagon stereotypes poison me. I ridden these burderns through each breathe I take on my trail and every bead of sweat that rolls off my face. My mind untangles itself from thoughts of the outside world. My skin begins to perspire as I fight the blinding rays of sun that find cracks between the flexing leaves in the olive canopy above. There is no real sense of time as I trek further and further. My body exhausts in the intense heat and strenuous trail I hike.Often I find a soft and inviting tree trunk to stop and rest upon. Sarah Wolff voiced the mutual relationship she also shares with the park through volunteering. ....
Not only is litter very harmful to the wildlife and environment in the park but it also takes away from the beauty and elegance of the park. Would you want to hike into the backwoods of a park finding beer bottles and cigarette packaging upon every other tree trunk? This litter often makes the park an ugly sight. The cleanliness of Cherokee Park will also relay a message of the community. A dirty and litter filled park will not portray the same message that a clean park will. Most importantly to me, the litter takes away from the natural aspect of the park. When I go to the park to escape the realities of our hectic society I do not want manufacture packaging sitting beside a tree reminding me of the city.
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