A waste site is like a clustered antique store, various things that seem like garbage, other pieces that seem perfectly fine and fairly new so why would it be there to begin with? Some items aren’t even out of their packaging, but they’re still discarded. A strange smelling treasure trove that has the best thing with it: junk. Junk is just wonderful, so many interesting things that tell stories about the people who had them previously, some part of their tale. In Idaho, waste sites were a decent drive away from the big city and other city clusters sometimes by 45 minutes if downtown or a bit further out that feel a bit more industrial and more company lead, versus the small local areas that also works with the state but seems much more hands on instead of machine lead and corporal based. It speaks a lot about funding, location, and community discussion. One talk was some waste sites are just dumping trash and leaving, others you can strike up a conversation and all of a sudden you are learning stories about the old sailboat that was thrown out with a broken mermaid statues and a large Halloween spider decoration. Some areas seem more person based, hans on instead of machine. Though I am not suggesting those who work in more industrial aren’t as friendly, I think they have a much stricter schedule that doesn’t allow for those types of conversations a lot of the time.