Shopping For Weed In Denver

Those of you who read our account of our road trip may be forgiven for wondering why there was a black hole between Salina KS and Salt Lake City. We thought Denver deserved its own post.

Due to cowardice, we had endured our travels on Amtrak and driving West without any weed at all. The prospect of Colorado and legal weed loomed up before us, a shining city  of indulgence and relief.  Hicks that we are, we thought there would be a phalanx of weed shops at the border,  kind of like the signs at Smith River warning you of your Last Chance for cheap booze. Well, there was nothing like that.  The little town of Burlington,  with its high sidewalks and Western style storefronts, was devoid of any type of weed commerce. We asked a lady at a store who informed us “You have to go to Denver” for what we had in mind. We found a lovely little park a block from the downtown,  complete with restrooms and picnic tables and finished our Chinese  leftovers.

Chris’ GPS started directing us toward a place called “Peoria”.  I had my doubts but a couple of hours later we pulled up in front of an undistinguished building in an office park.   Peoria, it turns out, is an area near the Denver airport.  The building was clearly signed Light/Shade.  From the outside you might think it was a home decor store,  featuring window treatments. Once you go inside, it was a beehive of activity.  Someone takes your ID and you take a place in the line. There must have been thirty people working there. Compared to my usual shopping at Heart of Humboldt, this was like going to a Safeway. We fumbled though our selections.  I got some high CBD stuff labelled with the grower’s name, which I thought was interesting.   Chris got something called Golden Goat, which I think I’ve seen at HofH. I got some CBD salve.  We dropped $260. The prices for small buds were almost exactly the same as in Arcata. I was so overwhelmed  by the variety, I had to get out of there.  Te salve I bought came in a mini-mason jar with wood shavings as a cushion, like something from ULTA.

So here we were, at 5 in the afternoon  with a  horrendous traffic commute starting.  We had thought about trying to drive a couple more hours,  but in view of the fact that there were a number of motels right in the area, we  oped to stay where we were.  There was a Rodeway Inn just across the street  with a sign that said it had recently changed hands.  It was one of the nicest motels I’ve ever stayed at,  and the breakfast was excellent. ($79) For dinner we consulted the GPS and found there was a  Pizzeria Uno just a few doors down from Light/Shade.  Neither of us had been to a Uno in years but it sounded good.   Chris came back reporting that the restaurant was busy and the bar was lively and he’d had a good time.  The pizza and salad were great.  So much for Denver.