My favorite place I've ever smoked was on a deserted highway winding through the northern woods of Wisconsin after a Fall rain, with the mist coming off the trees and road, the colors changing, a slight nip in the air, no one else out there for hours it seemed like.

I pulled over to watch the sun peek out from behind the clouds and illuminate the mist and accentuate the trees, and smoked a big fat ass joint the size of Rosanne Barr's thigh....I was so high, so relaxed, and so perfect during that short time... that moment will never be relived in my lifetime.

Second best place is Big Bend National Park after a three mile hike into the desert to watch the sunset and the stars come alive, followed by a soak in the hot springs. I would live there if I could!!

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