Just being outside in general when you're high is nice, but I can't wait to go to my grandparent's cabin and blaze there this fall. I still like going for high walks. Some neighborhoods in my town are over a century old, and I love going there and walking under these immense gnarled trees and just staring up at the sun through the leaves. One time I walked past a row of hedges, and they seemed to stretch up forever in a wall of leafy green, and I thought of garden-girdled Babylon. It was one of my most memorable toking experiences.