I spent the last week of June in triple digit heat, air conditioner broken, packing the last of my family's belongings for our much awaited move to Colorado. To make things even more fun, my usual local source hadn't really had as much available for the month as I wanted, so I had to ration the last of my black market bud and went largely without my usual stress relief. Due to chronic underestimation of how long everything would take, we didn't arrive in Colorado until late at night, and spent the night in Trinidad, exhausted and shellshocked from the strain of the move, without a puff of the good green to take the edge off - and far later than any dispensary was open
I woke up the morning of July 1st having slept like a log, walked across the parking lot from my hotel to the nearby dispensary, and received my reward - a full ounce, split between two strains, for $120 out the door.
Greedily scurrying back to my room with the prize, I quickly ground up a plush bud of the Chem #4 OG and packed my Pax 2 to the fucking brim, a full .35g load, for my breakfast. Then I took a much needed 5 mile run in an astoundingly beautiful valley in Trinidad - every breath a lungful of clean mountain air, every turn a new vista of wonder, this way a lovely mesa, that way a forest of fresh pine, and to the west, the far distant line of the Rocky Mountains proper, so far off that it took me a moment of looking directly at them to realize that they weren't the grey sky and white wisps of clouds, but the granite wall of snowcapped mountains I came for. It was the finest run of my life. What more could I ask for in a morning than this?
The rest of the day was just dandy. Colorado Springs is a beautiful city, and so far everything I have seen has convinced me that this was absolutely the right choice. It feels good to go to sleep knowing I am not a criminal, and wake up with a smile on my face looking forward to running beneath Pikes Peak.
