“Don’t worry about it,” he said. This statement, of course, made me more curious. I followed him around and watched as he picked up trash. No one asked him. No one, except me, noticed him. Now every time we go camping as a family, the first and last thing we do is fill up a trash bag and take it back into town.
A couple of summers ago, we met up with some friends from high school and went on a fishing trip. As usual, my husband and I grabbed our bags and got to work. Without a sound, all our friends started helping. This shocking moment had my husband on the verge of tears. Some of these friends had been fellow Scouts or been on church campouts with my husband.
When they were younger, they were typical boys. They would throw random stuff into the fire, leave trash behind, and alter the natural formation of rocks and dirt. My husband would often bring up the principles of Leave No Trace. Most of the time he was met with ridicule and laughter. However, he kept expressing his love for nature and never left camp without a full trash bag. Even though his friends and peers teased him with no progress towards responsibility, he was diligent in his endeavors.
When our friends helped us that day on the river, my husband knew all his efforts made a difference. All the laughter and criticism was worth it.
We are so blessed, especially in Utah, for the amazing natural surroundings we have access to. I want to make sure my children and grandchildren get to experience the beautiful wonders of the earth. My husband may not be protesting in trees or saving the rainforest, but he has done what he can for our local environment and inspired others to do the same. Nature is a gift that needs to be respected. Because of my husband, an Eagle Scout, I leave no trace.