I was scouting for birds for next weekend's Christmas Bird Count--not much there at the moment--when I encountered an old collection of trash that's probably a relic of a homeless camp in the south tract.
I piled everthing together for later collection when I remember to bring a couple of buckets (bags are impractical in thick woods).
For some reason, various species of sandspurs have become rife in all of the fire lanes. I have to scrape them from my pants and shoes after each visit. The good news is that Caesar weed is less evident.