Most Memorable Place You've Toked

Of many times on the flying bridge of a 210' Coast Guard Cutter this one was special. While patrolling the Caribbean for smugglers we make a quick stop in Ocho Rios & I manage to score of 1/2 lb of Lambs Breath. Very memorable, 3:00 in the morning with millions of stars in the sky, a sexy white ship steaming at 15kt & reflecting the phospherence w/ dolphins riding the bow wave looking like flaming torpedo's.
Spiritual.

I think I've already posted on this thread. If not, it was a similar one. I'd have to say in the Hindu Kush mountains with the afghan national army. It was the only time I smoked in 15 months. I wanted to be able to say that I smoked true afghani.

they also dip this stuff that looks like cow shit in a bag. I'm not sure whats in it, but we were forbidden to try it. I've heard that it had a mix of hash, opium and other herbs in it, but I asked one of them what it was, and the interpreter told me that he said it didn't have opium in it. The same guy also told me confidently that it was the year 1028 so I don't know if I take his word for it.

thats fucking awsommeee

Just a few weeks ago--on a short road trip, my dad and i stopped for lunch in a small rural town and while eating, he said "after this, we'll fire up one of those doobs". cool. we hadn't smoked anything yet.

BUT..after lunch I went to hop back in the car..and he said "wait..let's smoke that" I was like "okay, on the way" and he refused bc he was scared I might burn the interior in his frickin car.

SO, where this restaurant was..it was literally in the "town square" A square/circle w a gazebo/plants in the middle it, on and a busy street, with cars coming/going from all directions to circle around...and that's where he figured the best spot to puff down was.

I was so freakin out I couldn't get high, but it will always be very memorable...my old man has been like that for as long as i can remember, it was pretty embarrassing as a kid, lol--tho, he'd have a lot to contribute this thread...

on the 98-b line bus after fireworks and the whole back of the bus was busting out doobs. hilarious...and then transit cops came to stop it.

Oh yeah, and then about ten minutes after we got back on the road..we got pulled over for speeding and i had to jump across his lap and act like i was driving because HIS LICENSE IS SUSPENDED!! Good grief. And get this, when the patrolman asked for our ID's, my dad handed him a california drivers lic. with Curly's (the stooge) pic and info on it and just chuckled while the pig stared blankly at it until i forced my child like father to give him his real ID. yeah, my parents probably aren't like yours

Anyway, I think the most profound places i've had the great fortune of smoking at would have to be Tuollomne (sp?) Meadows in Yosemite (or anywhere there), +/or perhaps the Cloud Forest in Costa Rica..as those are the most profound places i've ever been. nice thread.

Hot springs in mammoth lakes, walruses on the side of pch1 was kool too. Jumbo rocks at Joshua tree , rim of the world looking over the ie. Sunset on lake Erie there's lots of good spots.

Not being a world traveler, but a toker since 1963, I've done some dumb and there have been memoriable, instances when I've gotten "tore down" at a Jimmy Buffett concert in Atlanta, Ga., at The Margarittaville Blues bar in New Orleans, yep inside and no one seemed to notice 'cept the cute little blond who smiled over my wifes sholder, instantly mentally erect! Yea, anywhere around the water is so fine, Monterrery Bay Blues Fest ,(highly recommended), the Martha Brae river in Jamaica, but along Silver Creek that runs through south Mississippi canoeing 'n tokin. and to think all those were in the last 10 years.... and to think all the rock festivals of the late 60's I only thought they were great...back then I was worried about being seen, now I know that to blend in, dont attract attention just "enjoy life" So if you think today is great,,it only gets better.

EVeryplace has been good, but one of my faves is at 2am on the beach during a full moon with a bunch of friends sitting on the lifegaurd tower with a handle of capt morgan while the ocean mist comes in an u can feel the air but can barely see the people next to you... u just hear them talking joking and laughing, ahhh i miss summer

Fuck yeah dude the winter sucks ass.

I've smoked on a shitload of fantastic places and I've only been smoking about 5 years. When I really think about it it's unbelievable how many great places I've smoked at....

in the sauna

the edge of cape breton island right on the tip going into the atlantic ocean

My buddies and I hit bong on the front steps on City Hall once in Toronto. We were missioning around all night, burning here and there when we were younger, and decided to just go burn a quick bowl on the front steps just to say we've done it, lol

in the glass tube that goes through the shark tank in the atlantis in bahamas. at night . it was fing awsome. the sharks would be all over the place all around you. we sat in there and smoked a gigantic fatty rolled up in a 30 dollar cuban......also i smoked with wu tang clan back in the 36 chambers days in a rhode island night club. but that was back in the 90s.

Okay, so here's somewhat of a long story, so brace yourself..

When I was sixteen, my best friend used to come into town usually about one weekend every month (he moved to a town an hour away after fifth grade) and we would spend the entire weekend getting fucking baked. Sometimes, his grandparents, who lived about a half an hour walking distance away from my house, would go out of town, and my friend just so happened to know where their spare key was. So whenever they went out of town, we'd take the spare key, let ourselves into the house and we'd just get baked all day and night.

One June weekend, we did just that. He called me, said he was at his grandparents' house, nobody was there, so I headed on over. Long story short, we spent the night there, got baked, ate a lot, burnt out, and called it a night.

Now this is where it gets really interesting - the next morning, we woke up and decided that it was time for a little wake and bake. We had like an eighth left, it was a Saturday, and things were looking good for the day. Instead of smoking out of his glass pipe (which I think was dirty as hell), we took a two liter bottle and some other handy tools and we had ourselves a kind of half-assed bong (regardless, it worked.) The next thing we knew, we had a bit of a problem - it was a windy as fuck morning. First, we tried heading from the backyard down to the beach (his grandparents lived on one of them beach houses, beautiful place.) When that didn't work, we headed back up to the house, and onto one of their back porches. It was better, but it certainly didn't do the trick. We then decided that we may as well just go out into the front yard and take bong hits, seeing as how that was the only place where the wind wasn't being a bitch, and we weren't gonna risk stinking up the house. So as we were taking bong hits, getting fried out of our dome, little to our knowledge, the next door neighbor was doing yardwork and could probably hear us giggling our asses off, and maybe even smell the weed.

We continued to take hits, completely disregarding anything possibly going on around us, when all of a sudden, I just get this random urge to turn around - and I see an old guy actually walking OUT of the house. So at this moment, I'm scared as fuck, as I turn back around to see my best friend, weed in hand, booking it down to the beach. I turned back around to see the old guy giving me a nasty ass look, but I realize that it's probably best to go with my best friend, as I probably wouldn't be able to handle the situation alone in my condition. I grabbed the bong, booked it down to the beach and met up with my friend.

So as we started discussing crap, and what possibly could have happened, my best friend remembered that the old guy that was in the house while we were taking bong hits was the same guy doing yardwork in his own yard next door, and he was watering my best friend's grandparents' garden while they were gone. Oh, and did I mention that we were running past the backyard, onto the big, rocky beach - in bare feet. Yeah.. we didn't expect to be out that long. In fact, we didn't even think we were gonna be taking bong hits for more than five minutes, so we just left the door open and didn't think it was necessary to put our shoes on.

We eventually came to the conclusion that we couldn't be anywhere near the house - at least not for a while. So we walked along the beach a bit, and eventually began to wander around neighborhoods for a good couple hours, before eventually going back to the house (well, we went back to the house twice actually. The first time we went there, he was still watering the garden and we booked it again.)

Oddly enough, nothing much ever really came from this situation. Nobody came hunting after us, but the neighbors who saw us were told to call the police if they ever saw lights on inside the house while they were out of town. I did have some nasty ass blisters on my feet after walking around barefoot for two and a half hours, though.

Coincidently, we got busted the exact same day for a completely unrelated reason.

So yeah, that's my story.

while visiting a foreign exchange student from the czech republic, I was fortunate enought to score a couple grams of buds awesome times...smokin on his roof overlookin there small town outside of prague.. absolutely beautiful!

the most special part though was it was the first time I smoked openly, in public. the first time, we picked up his friend who gave me the buds. we drove to a place next to a river, where people were swimming. we sat down and smoked, right in the open. it was an odd feeling, having people looking at me, but nobody really cared. what harm was being done??

several more times on that trip i smoked in public. once next to a lake where many families were picknicking, and didnt care. in the zoo, several parks where people were around... oh man, awesome times. never felt so free!!!

I also recently took my first trip to california though too..and blazin it up on that redwood coast is the most amazing thing in the world..just a different kind of feeling in the air

Watching a meteor shower with an ol girlfriend at Big Sur was a nice one. Riding up on a lift at Mammoth Mt. last year, it was so fucking cold I droped my little pipe. Driving down rt 1 in the back of a deuce and a half in Viet Nam waving to all the little kids and tossing them ration packs.. wasted on opium dipped joints rolled in kief....yeah Saigon bombers !!Best weed ever...

international fall's,on the coldest of night's

out back of the army barraks at camp eathan allen in vt. with the 1st sgt

foall de iguazu in brazil and

Man I miss living there the midwests weather really f'ing blows!!! Also with the lions at the art institute in chicago right on michigan Ave.

I had one hell of a Phish concert with my girlfriend.
Reuniting with old high school friends for a toke was always memorable.

But, I'd have to say: I was camping on the clearest November night with my girlfriend and we laid under the stars and stared up in awe as we passed around a bowl of some exquisite sativa. It was unseasonably warm--65 degrees or so. After romantically soaking up the twinkling sky for awhile, we entered my tent and she bundled up in my sleeping bag. I tickled her a bit just for kicks. I laughed and told her she can't move because her legs are bound like a mermaid. She retorted "No! I'm a larva." Before long she was purporting that she was in fact, a new mythical character: the marva. A bit of romance, a few laughs. Those are the times you don't want to forget.