Looking at Puente Hills (Fiction word count: 40)
Hard to believe that nice looking mountain used to be a landfill.
I know, they did a great job covering trash.
Ready to leave?
Not yet. Let’s watch the sunset for a few more minutes…
Okay, but what’s that smell…?
My fiction pretends to looking at Puente Hills Landfill, which is the largest landfill in the United States (500 feet high and 700 acres across) and it was fully shut down on October 31, 2013. I used to live in Long Beach, CA twice- and so I wonder how much of my stuff was buried there… lol
I live in Virginia now (as um, everyone knows cos I think I mention it enough – lol -) and on the way to Virginia Beach we always pass this large hill that seems out-of-place while heading east (the mountains in our state are the other way). We found out that the large hill is a skate park placed on top of a covered landfill. And recently I was reading a post at Bennington Road (here) that featured a super cool Philadelphia, PA photo of some street signs and skateboarders (my son2 used to skateboard for a little while when he was younger) and so this post was fresh in my mind when I went back to see the FF photo prompt.
Covered landfills do not necessarily emit odor – that was a joke in my FF piece – but many wonder about the long-term impact of such hills:
“…covered landfill’s original identity will become a memory. Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Edward Humes, author of Garbology: Our Dirty Love Affair with Trash, says constantly covering up our trash means we never fully understand how much garbage we generate. “You notice what we call our trash companies: They’re waste ‘management.’ Think about that,” Humes says. “They’re managing our waste; they’re not reducing our waste, they’re not disappearing our waste. And what that means is they’re really good at picking it up and getting it out of sight [and] making garbage mountains out of it.” (rest is here)