We are in Tuba city, Arizona. I've never heard of it before, and probably will never hear of it again!
This part of the country is very strange. There are weird rock formations sitting on the level ground. Really a different kind of beauty.But there was constant evidence, along the over 200 miles that we drove today, of a very sad thing. Ernie wouldn't stop so I could get a good picture, so I took this out the window. But this was the edge of the roadway for the whole way today. I almost cried as I thought about all the little kids who are the victims of this abuse.
I'd like to think there is just no recycling here, but I know better. And I'll bet the incidence of FASD would prove I was right.