One of the features of living in a county a hundred miles long and a mile wide is that every government service has to be offered in triplicate, at least. Schools, policing, vehicle registration and not least, dumps are scattered up and down the Keys.
The one closest to my home is on Cudjoe Key and it is typical of them all I have no doubt. These are trash hauling trailers at the entrance.
I use bins at home for single stream recycling so what they do when you go to the office I wouldn't know. It's an intriguing question though.
This is where I bring my motorcycle oil after I've change it. It couldn't be simpler: just put the burnt oil container on the gravel filled box and leave it for staff to deal with. Brilliant!
I was hauling the rubbish from my porch remodel in my little utility trailer.
Stop on the scales.
Then find a spot to back up and unload your rubbish.
The dump is actually very organized as there are places set aside for specific items, for instance appliances and metals go round the building in the rear. There is always an employee on hand to ask.
I emptied the netting and rotten trim and worn out patio furniture and waved it all goodbye in the mirrors. It seemed a pungent place to say farewell.
Trash is hauled to the Pompano landfill one hundred and fifty miles away in the huge more-or-less covered trailers, up Highway One so these places are technically known as transfer stations.
The city's old waste to energy plant was decommissioned in favor of trash hauling and as only six percent of the waste stream is recycled the county's 75,000 permanent residents pay a pretty sum to deal with waste.
My load cost me $9.60 which seemed entirely reasonable at six cents a pound. It was worth it not to dump it in the mangroves as some of my neighbors do. One man's trash is another bird's treasure:
Four miles home and the job was done.
Irony of ironies.
Who dreams up the placement of these signs?
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