Admittedly, wedges are my one piece of litter I consider ok. I sort of like finding some ancient logging scrap, old cables, drums, whatever, down in the woods from the good old days. So broken wedges are my contribution to the legend. Maybe kind of vain. I still pick up skidder drivers beenieweenie cans, soda cans, sandwich bags, and so forth, just my preference in litter.
You'd probably like wandering around out here. We're always finding old logging and logging railroad stuff. Part of our haul road last year was an old railroad right of way from back in the steam days. The tracks are long gone but we still found old spikes whenever the grader made a pass.
There's also a place where the old sleds, logs sixty feet long with the hand-hewn cross pieces still in place, from the steam donkey days are still visible. When they junked them they just pulled them up fairly close to the road, stripped all the iron, and left the sleds. They're kind of ghostly...like old ships cast ashore and forgotten.
If you wander down through the brush below the sleds you'll find the remnants of an old logging camp from back in the early 1900s. All the old buildings have pretty much fallen in but you can still see the old square nails and coarse thread bolts that everything was held together with.
Old bull line and cable are all over the place. I found an old axe head last year...no marks on it at all, might have been hand made.