Using My Road As a Dump Site

It is Good Friday, fourteen years ago. I decide to go to the bottom of our hill and clean up the trash. some marvelous person dumped three months earlier. Wild animals have dragged the stuff around; it is a real mess now. I get it all cleaned up, it takes me eight hours. The next day somebody has tossed out twenty-tires and three couches. This is my road people; and it is beautiful when it is natural. It is the beginning of a trash pile now thanks to unthinking idiots. This is maddening.