It is now
Saturday and we have been at Black Rock City for 5 days. And an interesting 5
days it’s been…
But I will
start at the beginning…
We finally
left West Plains with the normal amount of trepidation we always have any time
we go on a long trip with our travel trailer. With 2 different wheeled
“moneypits” we always wonder what will break along the way. But we ended up the
first night in Dodge City, Kansas--running and pulling like the best of them.
We found the
town cheap RV park and asked for a Mexican with Margs dinner recommendation,
and then headed to the restaurant. The trailer was still connected but we found
parking and entered said establishment. It went downhill from there when we quickly
realized NO margaritas! But pulling a trailer around town looking for other parking
meant compromise so we stayed. The bad news is that although basically tasty,
they also seemed to have a cheese shortage and Super Nachos with no cheese just
lacks something. Stacy was missing her queso and she almost cringed when she
saw her cheeseless tacos. The next
morning we headed out of Dodge…
As people
who know me well and now everyone else will now know…I am a pro marijuana
person—have been all my life and it finally looks like society is catching up. Stacy
has never shown interest in it, but I did grow up in the generation that almost
preferred pot over alcohol, so she tolerates my vice. So yes, passing through Denver was a treat for
me. Since all the dispensaries seem to be in really congested areas of Denver I
dreaded finding parking but googled our choices and picked one close to the
interstate. It worked out well—good parking for the trailer and we made our
second trip of our life into a legal dispensary.
Dispensaries
are amazing. After a lifetime of seeing how pot sales work on the illegal
exchange, it was absolutely wonderful to see it being sold in a legal and
professional manner. When you go in it’s like going into a doctor’s office.
There is a waiting room with a menu of what was available which really was all
greek to me. Bud comes in a bag—that is pretty much all I have ever known. This
time we met a couple our age, maybe even a bit older, but obviously
professional people, who had just flown it from Ohio. They were on vacation and
the dispensary was their first stop and their first visit. They were getting
“edibles” and believe me it is being like a kid in a candy store.
The best
thing is that Colorado has created a whole new industry for employment instead it
all going to the Mexican cartels. Each dispensary has security, delivery
people, they always have sales people one on one with the customer so there are
lots of sales people, and it is making Colorado 17% tax on recreational sales.
This is big bucks and the two times we have been in a shop we have been surrounded
by older professional clientele as the customers in the waiting room. Not a
meth head among the bunch! Medical is about half price without the extra tax
and the reality is that good ole’ pot helps a lot of people deal with medical
and emotional conditions. It was vilified in the early 30-40’s, yet is so much
safer than alcohol. Fortunately society is finally catching up and now that the
revenue is needed for the states I have no doubt it will eventually be legal
everywhere. But at least we had Denver…So we bought our legal “out of state”
amount and continued to head west. We had heard that the “new” revenue for the
other western states was busting those that had bought their legal out of state
pot so I made Stacy watch her speed, crossed our fingers, and we headed into
our dreaded going through the mountain part of the trip.
The good
news is that our “BAT” (Bad Ass Truck)
mobile took it like a champ and we ended the second day in a pretty state park
just outside Grand Junction CO. and I was a happy girl…
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