Travel Stories With Weed

[Derty]

I have some really wild travel experiences. Mostly hitchhiking across the U.S.A several times in the late 70's early 80's. When it was safe and easy to travel long distances for free, usually with a partner or sometimes alone. One day in the summer 1979 a buddy calls me up and talks me into going on a trip with him.The plan was to leave from northern Michigan in the early afternoon. Our destination was Rifle Colorado to suprise one of our friends out there. So we left with our backpacks, sleeping bags, and gear. We had no weed and decided to stop at Pine Knob Music Theater for a concert and to cop some weed. We did not even know who was playing that night. We always made up signs so that motorists could see our destination. Our sign said PINE KNOB. We had 3 or 4 good rides and made the 300 mile trip in one afternoon. When we arrived we saw the concert billboard Beach Boy's tonite. We were in the parking lot and found some good colombian gold 35.00 a z. We proceded to smoke down with other freaks in the parking lot. We also had a 12 pack of some canned beer which was allowed back then. There was nothing like a good pot and beer buzz. We were wrecked by the time we got to the gate. We bought a couple of lawn tickets and went in. I don't remember too much about the actual concert, because I was so stoned. We smoked way too much and the colombian was so very good back then. After the show we hiked out and found a place in the woods to crash. To be continued: I have to attend to my plants now If anybody has any other interesting travel stories with weed feel free to add them to this thread

 

[RudolfTheRed]

Mostly hitchhiking across the U.S.A several times in the late 70's early 80's. When it was safe and easy to travel long distances for free, usually with a partner or sometimes alone.

I tell you what you old hippies need to stop being so scared of today and get back out there. I hitched, train hopped, and lived homeless through the 90's and the 2000's and I only had a couple problems with people giving me rides. One of them was some guy who tried to touch me and as soon as i pulled my blade out and said "pull the fuck over motherfucker or this knife is going straight across your neck..." and he pulled to the side. That's the only time i had to pull a knife on someone i didn't know. otherwise the rides were plentiful and usually easy to find. the mid-west is tough to find rides but still doable.
and avoid Utah, that's where it happened. oh yea and i knew 18 and 19 year girls out on the road by themselves doing that shit up. surely if they can do it anyone still can. i wouldn't mess with these women though because they could probably fuck me up.


ANYWAY, i have a few good stories i'll share a little later. like the time i found lots of ditchweed on the side of the interstate.

 

[Derty]

Tips for Hitchhiking

Tips for Hitchhiking

• Use a sign to show your destination
• Travel with a good friend. It's safer and you won't get lonely
• Do not hitch at night, people can't see you very well.
• Use an on ramp of an interstate. Cops will stop you if you're walking along side the interstate.

Just thought I would add a few things that I learned in case anyone decides to take a trip. Now days I would'nt be out there unless my car broke down. Back to the Colorado trip. We left Pine Knob the next morning and got a good ride all the way to Dayton Ohio. We stop where I -75 and I-70 intersect and go off into some trees nearby and smoke a couple of j's and make up another sign that says Colorado. We go back out to the west bound on ramp and start. When cars go by we are very animated arms waving, dancing, yelling holding our sign. Anything to draw attention to ourselves. We entertain people as they drive by and they always wave back at us. So this car hauler semi driver stops. AS we are getting in we start laughing our asses off because we know the driver!!!!! He is from our hometown!! His brother is married to my second cousin. And we were all involed in Golden Gloves Boxing together during high school. There was a lot for us to talk about. Only problem was we had to sit on our backpacks on the floor of the cab. We did'nt care, met up with a good friend. He took us through all of Ohio and Indiana. In one day we had a good portion of our trip behind us. When we got into Illinois it started to rain. Heavy rain and we were having trouble getting a ride out of there. People were not interested in picking up a couple of soaked hippies and getting their car all wet. We decided to get ourselves a cheap motel room and dry all of our gear out. So we got a room and just dried out all our stuff. Cleaned ourselves up had some hot food and got stoned. to be continued:

 

[Papa_Moña]

hwere the rest at, come on, come on.

i love reading this type of stories. they're happier than the close call stories....

 

[Derty]

Got a ride in a stolen car

Got a ride in a stolen car

Rudolf that's a wild story about the gay guy!! I had one pick me up out in Cali. It's suprising how agressive some of these people can be!! I will add this story later. Can't wait to hear about the ditch weed. Papa glad you stopped by!! Nice to have you along and know that you love these kind of stories. Makes it worthwhile for me to put them on here. Ok back to the main story. We wake up in the motel in Illinois and its a sunny day. Thank god we can be on our way again. Stoned again and back out on I-70 we get some rides and go through the corn belt. I can't remember all the people who picked us up. There were a lot of them. Some of them just stand out as memorable characters like in a movie. We got picked up by this young couple from New York who told us they were 18 and going to look for work out in Colorado. So are we and they got high too. That was always a plus when we could treat our ride with some smoke. It made the trip so much more enjoyable. So we rode with them through the rest of Illinois and Iowa. They said they were short on gas money and we chipped in and got a tank of gas for them. Gas was about 60 cents a gallon back then. Getting into Nebraska we were starting to get low on our weed and needed to resupply. Our young couple were worried that they would'nt have enough gas to make it to Colorado. My buddy and I suggested that they stop at a social services office and ask for some travelers aid. We decided to do this in some smalltown in Nebraska. My buddy went with them to the social services office to keep tabs on our gear. I went over to a local park to see if I could score a bag of weed. I met some freaks at the park within a half hour I got a z of some good mexican for 20.00. When I got back to the social services office my buddy was sitting outside with all of our gear. He told me that the young couple lied about everything and the car they had was stolen from the guys brother. Both of them were only 15!!! Social services had turned them over to the cops because they did'nt even have a drivers license. After the cops checked out the car and found it stolen the kids were taken into custody. My buddy was all freaked out because the cops had questioned him as well. We got back out on the road and someone picked us up right away. to be continued

 

[mazzakush]

ahh hell yes!

ahh hell yes!

finally, get to share a bit...


so... there I am by the side of the highway, and its gettin dark... northern california, a bit north of san fran and I've been trying to get a ride for the past 4 hours. "fuck this, i'm going for some food" as there is a hotel and eatery right across the way. I stop in and also, i need some bud like mad... I met a 10 year old who was slanging when I first rolled into town... the little bloke had an ounce of white widow in underpants while his dad was inside buying groceries... thought he'd be bluffin huh? nop, even heard him talkin weed deals on his cellie... funny shit.... anyway...

back inside the cafe, I sit at the bar, get a menu, meet the waitress and head for the bathroom. Upon exiting the bathroom I find $5 sitting there waiting and apparently some lady left it on their way out cause "it looked like I could use it" ahh those kind and gentle folks, so many of us out there on the road. So I order some grub and while eating notice there's some dead playing on the radio... well... that's a good sign right? Plus every kitchen, all across the nation all has one weed dealer... and there's a fair amount of mexicans i can see in the back...not bad odds. Hmm... what to do, what to do.... So I wait until the place clears out, eating my egg scramble and drinking my coffee nice and slow, until when I go to pay there's no one left and I ask my waitress while she's ringing me up "anywhere to get weed around here"

"damn!...I usually bring it with, but I left it at home.... hold on, let me call my boyfriend."

so 30 minutes later, her boyfriend rolls up and sells me a fat 1/8 of grand daddy purps and purple urkle. Real nice folks to.

I head out to the on ramp, duck in the bushes for a nice fat bowl... and even though its fuckin dark as shit now... not 10 minutes go by when I'm picked up by none other then a cross b'twn the dude and walter zobcheck...

tbc....

 

[Derty]

Found some cash scored some hash.

Found some cash scored some hash.

MazzaKush Ask and thou shall receive !!! Excellent story man Glad you found some primo bud when you needed it. Happy to have you along. After the close call of riding in the stolen car and 2 youngsters being arrested. We decided to stop for the night and just chill out. Found this little roadside park by a river with a store nearby. Got some munchies at the store started walking down this path leading down to the river. It was getting pretty dark out. I'm looking down to see where my feet are going down this steep path. I don't wanna stumble with a 70 lb. backpack, then I see a 20 dollar bill on the path! I take off my pack reach down and pick it up. See another 20 pick it up Take a couple more steps another 20 WOW I yell at my buddy who is a ways behind me. Look what I found !!!! Just unfucking believable 60 bucks total. We need to celebrate!! Went back up to the store and got a bottle of wine We smoked down drank the wine and passed out with the sound of the river as our music. Next morning we woke up took a swim in the river. Got all cleaned up and headed out. Back out on I-70 on the west side of Nebraska we were in a really good mood. Got stoned started our dancing sign waving yelling at the cars routine. We got a ride very quickly. People were always laughing when they picked us up.They said our antics cheered them up and they had to stop for us. We got off at a truck stop on the eastern slope of Colorado. I met this hippie guy there and offered to smoke a joint. He said yeah and I want you to try some of my gear too. He had some really good lebanese blonde hash, a briefcase with a couple pounds of it There was a Smith & Wesson revolver inside the briefcase so he must have been a hardcore dealer. He gave me over a half a zip for 30 bucks. We smoked a joint and a big bowl of hash. Then we were on our way to meet up with our friend. to be continued

 

[BiG H3rB Tr3E]

heh.. i got a good one ,, its long so i try && condense it:::

went on a road trip to hang out with some friends up north.
ended up staying at a nice hotel in there area....on my way to ther house
im leaving my room (got about 30 clones,,4.5 ounces of 5-6 diff strains a bunch of assorted hash,,, and my custom german RooR>>>and my dog))

so were in the elevator,,, and it dont go nowhere,,, than it starts to move.. ends up breaking down. i pick up the alarm phone,,, the cord comes out((its broken)) so i try to open doors,,, im half way between floors cannot get out... so im yelling at other people in the hotel to tell them to get security,, finally some lady comes over the speaker,,,telling me DO NOT PANIC,,, YOU WILL BE OK... then she puts on creepy ass elevator music,,, THOUGH IT WAS GONA DIE,,, felt like the cable was gona snap and we go down....

so after liek 30 minuts the whole fire department is out there,, and the elevator starts working,, and it takes me to lobby ,,, wher im greeted by 10-15 fire fighters and a few cops>>> so now im REALLY starting to worry cause one of em grabs my bags and puts a blanket around me... im like FUCK I NEEED TO GO<<<KEEP THIS FUCKN DURTY BLANKET,,, grabbed my bags and my dog and speed walkd away,,,all the FD/PD lookd very confused,,, like i should have been complety distraught from spending hour in elevator

i just remeber seein all them cops and FD and thinking SHIT,,,here we go agina..huge bag of buds///hash ,,1100 doolar bong,, and a tray of cuts...would you like me to put on the shackles... or you???

 

[Papa_Moña]

Ok my turn...

The Cuban Connection (Or why you should never party on a boat.)

I live in an ocean community. Without going into specific areas, we get a lot of Cuban smuggling in our area. Well, there'd been a rash of smugglings where the coyote(or dolphin? I mean, it's on water...) would dump em overboard or put them on a dingy miles off the coast. Well, as much as the CG loves picking up wet footed Cubans for deportation, they can't have a humanitarian crisis come from some douchebag not delivering on his business deals.
Where do I come in? Well, I have a friend that likes to have superfluous amounts of cash and weed on him, like, pounds and thou's. Not because he deals, but because he's a bitch that likes to feel important. We were going from one marina to another, so we could go to a party on a private island. Yeah, he's THAT friend...
We're chugging along, drinking some bootleg rum and smoking some Cohibas. I hear a helicopter, think nothing of it and start breaking up some nugs to stuff a cigar. I start hearing some shit on the radio, ask my friend what it is, and he says nothing, it's not with us, so I keep on doing my thing.

PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?!?!?!?!!

Suddenly we're slowing down, he's screaming at the top of his lungs, telling me to start throwing shit overboard so I grab the Cohibas and weed and throw em. Apparently, the radio messages WERE for us, and since we failed to heed them, the Coast Guard shot some warning shots accross our path. All the while I'm shitting my pants. This asshole never tells me just what the fuck he has on him, I never know if he's packing or anything.

Finally we stop, they tell us over the radio that a patrol is on the way and to remain still. Shit, with a minigun, woh's going to argue with them?!?!

Finally, the boat gets to us, they board, and start looking around without saying a word. They find some weed and about 5 thousand in cash in the cabin. They come back up, look at our faces of complete horror and bust out laughing. An older guy with a beard started talking.

"Relax kids, we thought you were smugglers. Haha, shit, sorry about the confusion. Next time listen to the radio and you won't get shot at. I won't arrest you for the weed, but i'm going to take some for my boys!"

Fuck, that was close.

Needless to say, I've never been on a boat since.... At least on land if the police shoot you it probly won't leave a foot wide hole in you....

 

[zingablack]

dude thats a sick story i woulda been like bring your boys over here and we can smoke out.

 

[Papa_Moña]

Um... have you ever been shot at in open water? We were basically motionless for a couple hours... just drifting in the current, because we couldn't fucntion. before they left they gave us shock treatment.

Dude.... that is NOT a fun experience... seriously, that plat plat plat scared the SHIT out of me, my balls nearly came out my mouth. It's not like gunfire on the ground. hell, i've heard 50 caliber armor piercing rounds go off in the projects during "new years festivities" but nothing compared to the sound of that fucking helicopter, the waves thrashing around, and hearing plat plat plat not knowing what the FUCK just happenned....

 

[mazzakush]

damn, papa!

and... glad to be aboard derty.

so anyway, there I am, just picked up by the dude x walter zobcheck... and I ask him if he smokes... "sure man, but I just blazed" he says, "fuck it dude, i need to get zookled, that town was hell"... so were blazing along and he tells me he lives just up the road like 30 miles. I don't give a fuck even if it is 2 am... I'm just happy the fuck out of there. So this dude is a real chill, doesn't give a fuck what no-one says probly atleast a good 275 with a huge ass dog that's also like his master, huge and would fuckin kill you in a heart beat if you fucked with em, but super chill and just a big barrel of laughs if you don't. So after blazing the whole way we end up sitting there at the onramp where he was gonna let me off and he's telling me about his troubles with his wife and shit.

"well shit dude, its late, my house is just up the road, you wanna go have some white russians?"
"hell yeah!"

(yep, this dude drinks white russians too)

so we go back to his place and drink white russians and play darts, all while this dude is telling me how he's been living on his credit for like a year and the banks are all after him but he just built up his credit and knows how to keep the banks off his back and tie up the 'fuckin courts'. Also he tells me about his meth dealing, which is suprising as this dude is super chillin but I can see it... and how he'd just hook up him and his buddies. well, he ends up lettin me crash the couch for a bit... but i gotta get out early cuz of some deal with his ex-wife coming over and how its there anniversary or something? I dont' care, i've got herb and white russians in me and am fuckin playing darts with the dude man.

so in the morning I trade him a little bud for some vicodin (he asked me if I wanted some meth, and it was the only time i've ever been remotely interested thank god) but I take some vics instead get out there in the early morning pop two and head for the mendocino coast....

 

[Derty]

BiG H3rB Tr3E Hey man Welcome I laughed my ass off when I read your story. You handled those cops and fireman like you owned them!! That's one encounter thats just unreal!!! One for the books man, good job!!!!

 

[zingablack]

papa mona i totally meant to put a jk at the end of that post but i musta forgot. dude i woulda been so scared i bet that gun was so loud

 

[Derty]

Papa Mona glad you made it ok

Papa Mona glad you made it ok

Papa Wow dude talk about scared shitless. just out of this world man like the twilight zone!!! I feel for you bro. Being shot at then ripped off thats real terrosim!!!! I live on the coast too and have them cg choppers flyin low over my house every week. They are called out when people go missing on the coast.

 

[Papa_Moña]

we weren't ripped off.. i mean, come on, it was the coast guard, they could have charged us with smuggling.

i just count it as another adventure....

if someone starts a thread about getting shot at or being an unwitting participant in a firefight, i could write about a dozen stories, but since this is about traveling, i told the one that happenned whilst traveling.

Although i did get shot at in New York. NOTE TO SELF: never wear my anti-microsoft t-shirt anywhere near MS-13s....

 

[mazzakush]

oh come on, getting shot at must account for adventure... and that's what travelings all about... do tell.

 

[Derty]

Papa I just don't like the way you guys were treated. No one deserves to be shot at for just being there.

 

[Papa_Moña]

we didn't stop... i know the CG procedure, i wanted to be a CG patrolman once.... they first warn you, then they shoot across the water, then they shoot out your motors.

it's standard procedure meant to avoid more damage than necessary. i have no rpoblem with that. and the fact is, i WAS doing something illegal and in a stupid way and my friend DID NOT heed their first warning....

 

[EatShitake]

Hey Papa-

Sorry, but I know what it was like, being one of those on the mean end of a 50cal at one point (not actually pulling trigger, though). One of the bennies of our great "war on drugs" when I was in the Navy on the east coast, they would use our ships in the Florida straits at times to "interdict" "suspicious" craft. They called it LEO-ops and used us prolly because we were already there and nobody else was. We all thought that was a crock of heaping BS...we were keepers of a warship, not some fookin' water cops.

Which leads me to my story...

Back in the 90's we went on a deployment in the Med. I'd brought a couple oz's with me, as there was a group of about 10 or 12 of us that were really tight...more than brothers or family...and we were all idealistic, into good music, travel, women, adventures...you name it, we all wound up together from as many different circumstances as there were numbers of us, and we all toked somewhat regularly. We'd hit a port, drop a tab off a sheet, find whatever parties the locals were into and just chill and have a great time for a day or three.

After 6 months, we had hit a bunch of stops in Italy, Greece, Israel, various islands, France, other places I'd have to remember... On our way out of the Med, we pulled into Gibraltar for more than our normal 2 or 3 day port call...it was our last stop before crossing the pond back home.

So one night, me and the bros set out with gear in tow, find some local brew and try to drum up a party. We eventually ran into a gaggle of Canadian chicks that were teaching ESL somehwere, and a couple dudes that called themselves Jack and the other one Hammer. They sounded cool enough for a couple of Brits so we all just kinda assembled a big impromptu party.

After a while, I broke out the last of my stash to roll one. Jack and Hammer's eyes got nice and big at the sight of buds, as apparently (according to them) Gibraltar had been dry for a while, with bud being hard to come by, and all they had to offer up was some Morroccan hash they'd got...from Morrocco of all places! Up to that point in my life, I'd never even seen hash, much less smoked it. So we traded and everyone lit up and I proceeded to have one of those moments you know you'll remember til you die.

Like straight-up hallucinating from that melty, earthy, bubbly goodness. And it lasted sooo long, which made the boat trip back to the ship and the march across the quarterdeck, bag inspection, and general once-over by whoever was on duty all the more "interesting." So if you ever find yourself stationed on a guided missile cruiser in the Mediterranean Sea, I HIGHLY recommend smoking hashish whenever the opportunity presents itself.



Cheers!