field trip to the dump, or: i love charlottesville, or; there is creativity and humor everywhere

We have the Blue Ridge Mountains. And Monticello. And the University of Virginia. But one of my favorite places is the dump.

Seriously.

First of all, it’s clean. (Like a lot cleaner than our basement which, 17 years in, I basically just shoveled out. Thus the trip to the Ivy Landfill.)

It has amazing views.

There is salvaged art all over the place — curated and displayed. Even the help kiosk.

And there are nice people who make what could be a drag of a chore into something whimsical and special.