Day: May 7, 2025

Every time I hear that song, I can’t help to think back to last summer floating down the East Canada Creek on my rubber truck tube after smoking some truly europhic grass and drinking much too much coffee. There’s just something about those Grateful Dead lyrics that are so hilarious when your high as fuck – your heart racing, laughing uncontrollably – the idea of playing cards with a Dire Wolf, begging him not to murder you.

Like so many things in this world, it’s often more fun to think about it then do it. Maybe because in your imagination you don’t have look to carefully at the downsides of it. As much as I like smoking pot, I actually enjoy more being sober and thinking about those good times high as one can be. That warm sun, the laugher, and cold water and singing along, “Don’t Murder Me!” I am sure there are those who find such behavior to be concerning, but in the wilderness, who really gives a damn?

There is a time to be serious and do work. But also good times, high times on vacation full of laughter and enjoyment. Often people are too staid and unwilling to have a little drug-induced fun to free them from their everyday problems and fears. Turn off the news, and just laugh a bit. And even when you aren’t high, spend some time looking back and remembering those high times.