I had an awesome summer. I went to my grandma's farm in WA with my dad, brother, and grandma. Even though it's grandma's farm she lives in AZ, so the farm is vacant year-round until we go up there. It was really cool, my pot tolerance went down significantly, the only head-changes I got were from the occasional beer. The last weekend we were there my dad introduced me to his cousin who was as old as him, I guess he'd be my second cousin. Anyways I rode with him to get pizza at the bar up the road and my dad drove behind us. Well we got on the subject of Medical Marijuana and I showed him my medical card and then he busted out his. Then my he said, "Well shit, we must be related. Pack one up.", then he handed me a little pipe and a tin full of buds. I packed a bowl half greens'd it and passed it back. He then smoked a bowl driving down the middle of the road. I thought that was the coolest thing, because you can't do that where I live. Too many police. The buds we smoked were his own homegrown, and he was also telling me that there's no dispensaries in the area. So I told him about my little operation. After we got the pizza I headed back to my grandmas in my dad's car. My cousin stayed at the bar. Before I left though he told me we were going to go on a field trip up to an old 1920's copper mine his buddy owned the next day. About 9am next morning he comes over and my dad and I packed up some beers and apples. My brother was also along for the ride, but he's to young for head-changes. I looked in the back on my cousin's truck and he had two coolers full of beer and a dead chicken in the back. And in the truck he had a 9mm resting on the glove compartment. I thought that was extremely cool. It was about a two hour drive up to the mine and about 11am we cracked our first beers. On the way up there we drove on dirt road which also led to a campground. This mini-van tried to pass us and my cousin pulled over to let him, but then as soon as they were side-by-side my cousin gunned it and wouldn't let the guy pass him then flipped off the mini-van guy and yelled, "Fuckin' Seattleite!" Then he explained a "Seattleite" was someone from Seattle who comes out here to the country to "camp" in there R.V's. We finally got up to the mine and it was probably one of the coolest things I'd seen in my life. I didn't get any pictures of the mine (it was flooded at the time) but I did get pictures of the property.
There was also a building with a generator that stills runs and it was built in 1928! The generator is run off water from the river.
I think the whole property was about twenty-four acres in total. It was a really beautiful area. There was also a bowling alley near the mine that the miners built in the 1920's out of trees from the area. After the tour as it was getting later in the day we went to the mine owners house where we smoked some of his homemade hash. I got so high because I hadn't smoked all week and I had been drinking a lot of beer during the tour. The owner of the place was this nice old hippie looking guy and his woman was also nice. While we were conducting the hash session in the living room my dad (who doesn't partake in cannabis) and my brother just hung out with us while we talked. They were talking about their grow operations and I was talking about mine, they would talk about hash, then I would talk about THC wax. This they were interested in. Before I went up to WA two friends and I had made some very potent butane honey oil. One tear-drop sized dab put you down in the couch. So I was telling them about this and my cousin had never tried, while I think his friend had tried it once before. I told them when I moved out there next year I'd make them some. Ha-ha, they were surprised at how much I knew for how young I was. That day was one of the happiest in my entire life. It felt so good standing in the middle wilderness, staring at the cascade tops covered in snow during mid-summer. I feel so grateful that next year I will be moving up there. I'll have a little poppy garden and pot garden. Two Anatolian Shepards and one or two German Shepards to guard my property (264 acres). I also planned on having some chickens, a cow, and some horses. My own vegetable garden, and a small field of corn and wheat. I'll also need a good wife, but I'll figure that out later ha ha. I'm going to try and get a job as a research collector for the Forest Service. I've been in contact with a recruiter, so hopefully I can get some sort of job there. Wow that's a long post. Well that was my summer. Here comes fall, finally I'll be able to wear a jacket outside.
