The drip tape that I inherited from my boss' farm last year didn't pass muster on my farm. Too many holes were clogged for it to be useful for my small scale. So after storing it all winter in an unused shed on the Headwaters property, I took it to a place that recycles agricultural plastics. It's a long drive to Brooks, Oregon, but I got several other errands done on the way back (including buying 15,000 ft of new drip tape!) so it made the drive more worthwhile.
last year: gathering old drip tape from 47th Ave Farm
still last year: Jake helps me roll up the lines for transport
yesterday: bad photo of Ranger Jane full of drip tape