I once went canoeing down the kickapoo river in western wisconsin. It was absolutely the peaceful thing i've ever done in my life. Every 1/4 mile or so I would land, usually at some sort of rock formation to climb to the top of or just marvel at.

There were large coves to paddle through and lots of wildlife to see... not to mention a few (seemingly wild, or unintentionally grown) pot plants close to the river.

Something about that particular day, with the sun basking down and no one around for miles, being with two of my best friends, smoking some incredible bud, just overwhelmed me with peacefulness. So much so that thinking back on that day makes me just a little sad that I can't relive that moment probably ever again. sure, I can try and re-create it, but there's no guarantee it will be as fulfilling.

Oh well, there is much more to see and much more weed to smoke. My next goal is to scuba dive a coral reef while baked out of my mind. Wish me luck :jointsmile::jointsmile: