When I was in college in the Philadelphia area, at one point the astronomy club went on a multi-day field trip to Green Bank, WV, to see the radio observatory. As is normal for the Appalachian Mountains, in the morning when we got up, everything was shrouded in fog. But to hear some of the students’ reactions to it, they thought it was the end of the world.
We took said friend to one in Manitou during the last trip before he started taking Diamox. And yes, they didn’t sell beer, but they sold plenty of fruit/veggie smoothies. It’s Manitou after all.
Boost I presume? We do as well, although from everything I read, it just tamps down the symptoms for a short while, much like an oxygen bar. It’s the acidosis that’s apparently the big problem, rather than the lack of oxygen. Of course, that’s if you don’t already have diminished/compromised lung capacity or processing. But yeah, you can find it at most large scale markets / Target / Walmart.
Back to the topic though, last year my brother, sister in law, and my niece and nephew visited during a Colorado Summer Vacation (white water rafting, mountain vistas, horse riding, etc). They’re roughly as liberal as I am, but live in in the DFW Metroplex in Texas. And while they knew intellectually that MJ is legal here, they were blown away by the degree of advertising and open use they encountered. Well, not so much in the Springs as the hopelessly conservative FotF center of reactionaries, but Colorado in general.
Huh. Never saw or smelled open use. I live in the Colorado mountains, and the town I visit most is quite liberal.
There is one street that I drive down that you can smell the growing operations though.
Seems sort of like no open alcohol in public kind of thing. MJ has edibles though. So you would never know. A lot of people seem kinda stoned anyway. Always have, IMHO.
I don’t think it was an ‘in town’ sort of thing, but around people hiking and viewing the mountains, or riding down the river, or other John Denver Rocky Mountain High moments.
Although the signage is pretty blatant in a lot of areas. DFW is pretty liberal (as are many urban areas in deep red states) but you’re more likely (speaking from experience) to see billboards for the local megachurch than the closest Pot Emporium.
Yeah, people smoke on ski lifts all the time. Concerts too. But otherwise seem to keep it to themselves. It’s still a weird tabo.
I know some folks that might get tested at work. Come in tired and hungover, no problem. Smoked a week ago and you could get in trouble. It’s stupid and needs revisited.
Agreed 100%. I’m one of those that can get tested, but it’s not a vice that works for me (and I’ve tried) so a non-issue personally.
But semi-open Pot use and advertising did and still does qualify for “That’s not something you see every day! (yes it is)” for a lot of people and areas!
Doesn’t do much for me either. I don’t think I’ve every seen any advertising except the green cross on a store. When it was first made available for medical, I got a medical provider license so I could create a salve for my mom.
Even in a “weedless” state, I’m smelling more and more MJ.
It really takes me back, and reminds me of that feeling in the ‘60s, of freedom, sneakiness, running from the cops and "stickin’ it to the establishment". Even a near-anarchy attitude.
I doubt whether “kids these days” will ever equate the smell with illegality and running wild and Hippie Mayhem like we oldsters do.
Appalachian fog is thicker than any fog I’ve ever been in. Memorably dense. Driving up the Blue Ridge Parkway at dusk, long ago, I had to get out and walk next to the car to keep the driver on the road, no shit.
Back in ~78 in High School, I was in welding/shop class. Walking from one station to another I saw a baggie on the floor. I picked it up. Huh, MJ, about half an ounce. So I’m standing there holding it. Ummm, I was not going to go around to others asking if it was theirs. I did quickly deposit it in my sock though.
Another time, niece and nephew found a big canister of buds at the top of a chair lift. Actually their daughter found it and gave it to my nephew. "What’s this dad? Ummm, nothing honey, and he pocketed it. Was good stuff. Someone was unhappy that day. I’m sure his friends where too. Probably a couple 100 dollars worth.
That’s just wrong. Your Vancouver daughter can set you straight!
I grew up in Berkeley in the 60’s and 70’s. I was on Telegraph Avenue the other day and seeing establishments selling marijuana just felt wrong.
Weed on Telegraph is supposed to be sold by scruffy looking guys who are just waking up when you’re walking to the orthodontist.
I was on a hunting trip like 50 years ago. I stopped into a coffee shop on the road for dinner and a cup of coffee that night. When I came out I looked up and saw the moon and thought it was going to crash into earth it was so huge. I went back into the restaurant to tell the waitress (she was the only one on duty) she came out and looked at it and said it was just a normal moon. To this day I still can’t believe it. The moon appeared about 3 times as large as I have ever seen it. This was only a couple hundred miles from my house out in the desert, so it wasn’t like I was in a different part of the world.
I live about 50-80 feet above sea level. I was visiting Denver once and did a side trip over to the Blackwood/Central City casinos for some blackjack. They’re at about 8500 ft. and I was having trouble getting enough oxygen. I felt dizzy and tired and out of it.
I asked at the casino where the nearest oxygen bar was. They just stared at me. So I asked if they had a portable tank I could use for 5 or 10 minutes.
They said that they had O2 but only for emergencies and should they call 911?
WTF? WTF? WTF?
I was flabbergasted that at a casino–a place where they try to sell you a hundred different little services to pamper and make you more comfortable–that they had no oxygen bars. Not at that casino and not anwhere else town, either.
I thought, hmmm… clearly a lost opportunity for easy money! Well, I guess they just have little cannisters and masks that guests can use.
No.
Of course they’ll provide you with O2 if you’re in bad shape and turning blue but it’s for first aid, not simple comfort.
Comfort. The very thing that all casinos fall all over themselves to provide patrons because folks stay in the casino longer when they’re comfortable.
Too late to edit:
I kinda mentioned the part about small oxygen cannisters twice. Sorry.
Perhaps you’re not getting enough oxygen to your brain?
I’m surprised they didn’t sell those. At double the usual mark up of course.
Central City has had an O2 bar since 2015 - Central City business offers benefits of oxygen, aromas | MMAC Monthly
I have a dear friend that lives in CC.
(and pssssstt. It’s Blackhawk, not Blackwood)
Dang! I checked the name of Black Hawk twice and I still screwed it up.
It’s funny, it feels like I was there just a few years ago but now that I think about it, it was 2014. Makes sense to me that there’s an O2 bar now but I can’t believe it took so long. And why wouldn’t every casino have one? When you’re operating at 8500 feet it should be a standard amenity (for a fee, of course).
You’d think it’d be as normal as a spa.
Well, I screwed the name up too. It’s two different words Black Hawk.
I don’t think I started seeing O2 bars till about then. First one I was aware of was in Breckenridge at 9600 feet.
Looks like Boost O2 came out in 2007. It wasn’t widely known about though. Now it’s in every 7-11.
From the casino’s point of view, that’s a positive for them. Perhaps suggest more booze.