>>2397871>I used to, but every time I did something killed my high. Like running into unprepared people who needed to be escorted back to the trail head.Sounds similar to my past experience. I only smoke a bowl if, and only if, I know that not a single fucking person will be around to bother me.
The last time I smoked was when I took an ex and her two friends out camping. One guy with three girls. The two friends never had gone camping before. At least my ex had numerous times with and without me thanks to her Father being an /out/ guy.
We hiked for a few hours to a beautiful clearing that was normally used by local boy scout groups. Set up the tents, cooked some food, and gathered water. While the girls were cleaning up, I threw the PCT bear lines up for our food and other aroma supplies. We lit up and were enjoying mother nature in all of her glory when one of the friends began to freak the unholy fuck out. A brown bear had wandered into the area and was trying its dammest to get the lines down. I always use the PCT line approach after some bad encounters and dislike canisters.
There we were, stoned, watching this bear tackle a tear to grab some food. I passed out in the tent with my ex. Woke up the next morning to discover that the girl who freaked out had stayed awake all night, clutching a knife to her chest. She thought that the bear was going to eat her.
/blog faggotry over
