Posts Tagged ‘Denver’

I needed to fly away.  I packed up my huge 110 Liter Kelty backpack, and boarded a plane for Denver, CO.  Listening to Dre, Snoop, Hendrix, and Wiz set the mood on the ride.  My brother lives in brick apartment downtown, and was generous enough to let me stay one week there.  He showed be around, mentioned cool spots to frequent, but mostly I just got high a mile above the sea level I swam from.

Staying in the historic Capital Hill district, there were¬†Marijuana¬†Dispensaries within walking distance. ¬†I anticipated the¬†treats I’d savor, and the bud I’d put in the air. ¬†The AMCH hooked me up with all sorts of medicated goodies, as seen in the pictures below. ¬†Of course, I didn’t get the best deal as a Oregon resident, compared to people with medical cards. ¬†I will say, however, it’s good to know friends in high places for the best stuff. ¬†I showed my OR ID, and purchased a bag load of THC infused gummy and taffy candies, cookies, Ear Wax, Pixie Sticks, strains of Indica and Sativa, and a very special Chocolate Rice Crispy Treat. ¬†The green, gooey bar was loaded with 500 milligrams of activated THC. ¬†The label warned of couch lock, and I found out that’s a real thing. ¬†After eating all of it, it took too much energy to move. ¬†I watched Judge Judy for 3 days straight. ¬†Sure, Denver is a fun city, but I didn’t visit there to act trendy, and fit in. ¬†So I smoked every 15 minutes, and got fatter. ¬†It sounded better than trying to pick up chicks. ¬†I had a hard enough time trying to pick out a can of coffee that wasn’t¬†decaffeinated. ¬†And with the thin air up there, picking up anything is¬†difficult, especially females. ¬†I’d need an oxygen mask for sex.

I felt free being able to carry a fat bag of smoke, and edibles down the street without worry. ¬†Now, Oregon, Washington, Alaska, and D.C. have ended marijuana prohibition. ¬†Measure 91 in OR has been years in the making. ¬†With a tax on it, everyone wins. ¬†Except the people that have never tried pot, and refuse to. ¬†Ignorance is a dying breed. ¬†If you haven’t puffed weed, do all stoners a favor, and don’t comment on something you don’t know anything about. ¬†Weed is real medicine. ¬†So ditch the pills, and consider Nature’s cure for just about everything – MARIJUANA!

Check out different pot varieties, and the AMCH shop in Denver, CO

My fellow Oregonians rejoice the news that Measure 91 has passed, and weed in legal in our State!


Free at last in Colorado!

By Andrew McKirdy
Whiskey Barrel TablesUpcycling is the process of converting waste materials or useless products into new materials or products of better quality or for better environmental value.
This DIY project started when I sat down for a drink at Rock Bottom Brewery in Denver, Colorado. ¬†I noticed several old whiskey barrels being used for decoration. ¬†I asked my waitress if I could have one, and a few days later the brewmaster and I were loading¬†two freshly used barrels into a borrowed car for¬†transport. ¬†¬†They’d been emptied, but I could still hear swishing when I moved them. ¬†One had been used for a raspberry saison and the other for an ale. ¬†I don’t have a shop, but thankfully a friend let me use his patio to begin work. ¬†I decided I wanted to keep one barrel whole and use it as a kitchen table. ¬†The other I would cut in half and turn into two side tables. ¬†I used a handsaw for accuracy, and finished with a powered skill saw. ¬†For the whole barrel, I drilled a small opening in the bottom to drain the remaining contents. ¬†I scraped the insides with a chisel, removing any loose wood chips. ¬†Then I poured vinegar in the barrels to kill bacteria and prevent future growth. ¬†This also helped get rid of the funky raspberry smell.¬†
I sanded, then dusted off both barrels, to prep them for stain.  I came back the next day, but the stench of high VOCs (nasty chemicals called volatile organic compounds) reeked.  I realized I would need to seal them up.  This would stop the smell, and provide an excellent sheen.  I found a low VOC polyurethane which worked wonders.  Lastly, were the rusty metal hoops, which I wanted black.  After those were painted I priced around for the most affordable glass company.  I was told I needed a tempered piece of glass which cost twice as much, but is infinitely safer and stronger.  Finally the project was complete.  I had taken something that was going to be destroyed, and given it new life in my home.  I researched the name on the barrel and found out it came from the oldest and smallest distillery in Kentucky, originating in 1797.  The Woodford Distillery is in fact a National Historic Landmark.  I have a real piece of Americana.
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