Reminds me of when I made weekly trips to Denver for work. This was when recreational weed first came out. First day there I bought a glass pipe and a plastic container.

When I flew back home on Thursday I would bury the bowl in the plastic container behind the hotel I stayed at. On Mondays after I flew back to Denver I would dig up the bowl. Beats buying a new one every week or trying to fly with it.

After many weeks of this routine I didn’t find out until Thursday afternoon that this was my last trip and I wouldn’t be returning.

Some where out in Colorado Springs there is a weed bowl buried in the dirt. I wonder if anyone ever stumbled across it.

[–] ivanafterall 2 points 1 day ago

First time I visited Denver was also my first time trying weed of any kind. I stuck to edibles, because I never did quite figure out how to smoke it reliably. It's so sticky! It doesn't want to light! Ugh! n00b issues. But toward the end of the trip, I just said "fuck it" and left a full 1/8 on the top of a gas station dispenser. Surely made someone's day.

[–] TankovayaDiviziya 5 points 1 day ago

You could return to find out what happened to your weed.