If I remember correctly, it was started by a group for friends that met everyday at 4:20 after they got off of work, or something like that.

That sounds likely. It sure spread wide and far.

Bible passage?

Police code for drugs or possibly specific to pot.

4/20 is like a holiday in Boulder. All the dispensaries are running specials, CU damn near shuts down classes, and if sbxx has his office anywhere near the meeting place, a contact high is likely.

You certainly dropped a penny there. Just a small nitpick but reek should be wreak. Oh and, copycat.







For the 4:20 theorists

Why are you doing that to your own post? That's like the guy who went /thread to his own thread.

that was me. and I was happy that it died

OK VV, I won't engage you in conversation till you cool down. BTW, in your name Velo Vol, the Vol part would be your surname. You don't need to cause a flap about it anymore since I'm pointing it out to you.

I said the coat is for a village, not my name. And Vol is a fake pseudonym, not a real one.

How long can I keep miayata man off the thread? I'm very, very angry.

Lol...

I sincerely want to leave you alone but someone has to point out your celebratory post count of 4220. I will refrain but somewhere out there a bongload is being exhaled for you VV

VV needs 200 more posts for his post count to be celebratory.

Whoops, there it went. Three more posts and I'll have an even palindrome.

Hey twobadfish,

What's the longest stretch of time you have spent traipsing around the wilderness? (no electricity or running water)

A week, for myself - used to spend a week in the Boundary Water Canoe Area Wilderness every year, before moving to NYC. Need to get back there again, soon - would love to be able to stay for more than a week, though. One acquaintance spent an enviable 5 weeks up there.

Came across this relic from almost 30 years ago...my first and last two parachute jumps documented in my "Sport Parachutist Log Book". There are four vivid memories I have of this experience:

1. Instruction in a boiling hot hanger by a Frenchman averse to bathing or deoderant
2. Driving to the jumpsite and never altering my course when a squirrel appeared 500 yards in front of me on a straight road. The squirrel lost
3. Losing about 10 seconds of memory when the instructor slapped my back and yelled "GO!". Regained memory as my chute opened and my body transitioned from horizontal to vertical...but my arms were flailing to try to keep me horizontal
4. Packing my own chute for the second jump and asking the instructor after every single step "Is this right?"

My palms still get sweaty when I think about it.

I think six days.. we went from Wire Pass to Lee's Ferry on the UT/AZ border through Paria Canyon (and Buckskin Gulch). 50 miles/flash flood after the first night.

Mine was a week in the Colorado mts just east of Ouray (San Juans). Brought our mtn bikes and "camped" in a Fire shelter somewhere around 12k ft on a logging road. Riding those roads at that altitude on a no-suspension MTN bike hurt. The pasta did not come out very well either since water boils at such a low temp. Great trip though.

Awesome. I spent a week in Collegiate Peaks CO and loved it.

I traded in my pressurized butane backpacking stove for a JetBoil and one of these guys



They work sooo much better in high altitude and cold weather. I hated tossing out a partially-full fuel canister because they're useless after they get below a certain pressure.

I think that's the Dragonfly. I have the WhisperLite.

There have been numerous of 2 weeks or above. Most memorable in recent memory was 2 1/2 weeks outside of Rifle, CO above 9,000 feet. 12 miles round trip on foot to the nearest potable water. Woke up the first morning to find the wildlife had colluded to eat everything not in a can by climbing up/flying to the large sack I had suspended and chewing through the bag so they could quietly carry away my stores. Day two I was awoken by 300 head of free range cattle bellowing and trying to lick my head through the tent wall at 4 AM. I forgot to mention I had 1lb. of hamburger staying cool in the stream which I was cooking when a bull chased me out of camp. It continued being laughable hardships until I discoved a half dozen calves eating my tent about a half hour before the worst storm of the Summer moved in for 2 days. When the crew showed up to retrieve me after spending the 4th of July at some music festival I was in pretty rough shape, no cigs for 2 weeks. I was a little weak in the knees after a couple sips of PBR and an unfiltered cig.

I was reminded of this as I sat here eating a bowl of oatmeal flavored with a honey stinger in preparation to go ride 70 miles in a snowstorm. Not quite, but close enough to simulate a normal day in CO.

I had the pre-cursor to the dragonfly...seems like it was the X-something-something...that thing sounded like a friggin' jet engine when it got going. I always loved the claim that it could use almost anything as fuel, including high-proof alcohol...although our Jack Daniels never did make it into the canister to test it.