Peering through the windshield of his truck, Ed Gross sighed as the heap of junk grew larger as he drove down the road.
"Son of a gun!" he said. "This is a new one to me. I didn't even know about it."
About 8 miles up Winchuck River Road, the pile of garbage on the shoulder resembled a thrift store after a tornado: clothes, toys, appliances, old cars, storage equipment.