Prince Creek

Day 9 - Oh Canada

Quin and I started the day outside with cider and cigarettes and then continued with red wine. He took some days off work for my visit so we were able to not care about behaving responsibly during my stay. I am treated with so much hospitality here. They paid for the food, the drugs, the ingredients and wouldn't take my money for it. They were trying to make me comfortable and to make my Canada experience as authentic as humanly possible. We then smoked a bong. It wasn't even noon and I was both drunk and stoned as fuck. Also, we managed to lock ourselves out but luckily, a kind neighbour let us back in. I got ready to go and headed back outside into the sun to smoke another cigarette and started some smalltalk with another guy from the neighbourhood. The weather was perfect, it was in fact the first time this year that I was wearing short pants. Krystin - who was completely sober, in case you were wondering - then drove us through the wilderness. It seemed a little like driving through southern Norway, only less mountainous, or maybe Estonia. Forests and nothing else. We arrived at their camp and I went into Lake Superior, which I was told is kind of a rite of passage. Maybe they were just shitting me. However, I did and it wasn't even as cold as I expected it to be. We then lit a campfire, cut up some wood and got the ATV - or as they call it, the four-wheeler - going since Quin wanted to take a ride on it. Afterwards, we smoked some more weed and prepared the roast for the evening. Then we sat down by the campfire with some whiskey and got the tea with the shrooms ready. We made hot dogs over the fire and his family came to join us. We were having a great time playing cards and preparing the rest of the food. We spent a lot of time discussing the German language with his nana and his brother. I was basically invited to a family gathering here and welcomed with open arms. I was astounded by that level of hospitality. We had an amazing beef roast dinner and some apple pie for dessert. After they left, we sipped our tea, but it didn't do much. I was still pretty high and drunk at that point, so we killed the fire and called it a night.Read more