Trash Island
You had all these great toys growing up. A nintendo, hot wheels, a super soaker, garbage pail kids, monster trucks, and a really awesome baseball card collection, and then one day your mom just threw them all out. But where did they really go? One answer might just be the Pacific Ocean.
800 miles north of Hawaii, in the middle of the wide open Pacific, there is an area twice the size of Texas that would take two weeks to sail through, if you could sail through it.
Because out there, in the middle of nowhere, the deep blue sea turns into a tangle of junk: nets and ropes and bottles, motor oil jugs, and cracked bath toys, mangled tarps, tires, traffic cones, and millions of plastic bags that extend for hundreds of miles.
The area is known as the Eastern Garbage Patch and because of the way the ocean currents and jet streams work, all the trash drifts to this one spot in the ocean where it has been compiling into a dense island mass of trash.
Which just might make this the one tropical island I don’t want to visit on vacation.
