Tag: I-10

Super Boof Gummies from Lost Farms

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Took a Lost Farm Super Boof live resin gummy half an hour ago at the Chiricahua travel stop along I-10 halfway between Las Cruces and Deming, headed west. My head was already a little tight from dehydration, vodka, maybe the bowl of Strawberry Pines last night, maybe not.

My wife is driving. The trains are running. It's not as hazy now as it was east of the mountains east of Las Cruces. The air over White Sands and Alamogordo was thick. We stayed at the Pine Springs Inn in Ruidoso Downs last night. Like Brook says, the place is a step back in time.

If I had to do it all over again I might give more thought to geology. Rocks. I like rock, and rocks, more and more. I appreciate them. They're part of the earth, a really important part but rocks aren't asking anything from anyone. They're useful. Erosion control, minerals, structural support, roads, drainage. It feels good to be in a place where rock is of interest. In such a place, you will probably find some other beauty. Rocks are possessed of such an unassuming richness.

What's new in geology these days? Looking for lithium for our batteries, looking for rare earths for our phones. Cracking rock open to get at nat gas to power our AI, our social media. Breaking rocks, breaking into the earth so that we can grow closer to our computers and to our phones. To power the new intelligence. To make our lives easier. Progress through powdered rock. Rare earth, it's always been such a powerful phrase. Metals, minerals, like time buried in the ground. Find it, you find a little bit of extra time, while the machines do the work we get to...


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Banana Macaroon by High Noon Cult

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We are somewhere near the border of New Mexico and Arizona, headed to Tucson. I'm about to smoke some Banana Macaroon, grown by High Noon Cult. I bought a gram of it in Ruidoso, New Mexico, at the R Greenleaf dispensary there. Did that shop go all deli-style? I used to prefer deli-style, a.k.a. bulk. But deli means no package dates, no provenance. Maybe it's better that way, no fussing over dates. What you get is what you get.

I bought single grams of seven different kinds of cannabis in Ruidoso. Made my own sampler pack. Of the seven strains I purchased, this Banana Macaroon was the most visually distinctive. Lots of red hairs. Crystals on mint-green trichomes. Thin, tall, even skinny buds. This gram weighed out to 1.06 grams. It has a pleasant, fruity scent. It's spongy. Soft. Unusual-looking bud.

I am breaking off a little morsel from the skinny totem-shaped bud. We are now in Arizona.

The Banana Macaroon hit well. I used the $6 glass one-ee I (also) bought in Arizona. I have my own glass back home but I don't mess around driving through Kansas, Oklahoma, and Texas to get from the St. Louis area to Tucson. I didn't find the Banana Mac to be especially flavorful but I did taste some cream and some fuel.

It's been a while since I have smoked in a car. I should say, I am riding shotgun. I am not driving. I don't drive and smoke. Not since 2011 when I made a bone-headed nearly disastrous driving decision after just having puffed a one-ee from a dugout. It was about four years ago that I fired up a Grape Kush pre-roll from the Pecos Valley Productions in Roswell right along this stretch of road, Arizona along I-10 headed west just over the New Mexico border. My wife has the wheel the rest of the way to Tucson, so I'm blazing. We'll be in Tucson in two and a half hours.

I'm feeling the fuel. There's an energy in my legs. The rush, the bite. San Simon River, dry. Mountains all around. Ranchland, scrub land, desert, speed limit 75. There are snow-capped peaks on some of these mountains, which is not usually the case. The sky is clear but the air is hazy. Two hours to Tucson, 13 miles out of Bowie. Telephone poles, electric lines. Remorse, regret, second thoughts. This is that bite. The weed goes in and starts pulling skeletons out of your closet, if you have them. But it's part of the process, it's part of the high. It can be therapeutic. This is the hard part, you just gotta get through it...


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