The idea of going on the family ski trip was daunting. But now that we were married, I just didn’t see any way I could turn down the invitation from my wife’s parents. Mercifully, there was a local cannabis spot right next to the ski area. My wife and I met at a party in college. Turns out, big parties were a bit uncomfortable for both of us as we were hanging outside in lawn chairs. I was not then nor have even been particularly smooth. But I did have a joint of some decent sativa strains in my pocket. So I offered to share it with her and her eyes lit up. We’ve been pretty much inseparable since that night. Still, we come from very different backgrounds. I’m from the south and am super comfortable in the sun, salt and waves. She’s from the north and her family is big into skiing. They have always taken a big, family ski trip each year with a trip out west. I had been invited but begged off because her family intimidates me and I deeply hate being cold. Yet, when I realized that where they go is in a state where recreational marijuana is legal, it was a lifeline. For sure, I still really hated the cold. And I never really got the hang of skiing at all. But wow, how great was it to be in front of a roaring fire with a lovely cannabis edible and a mug of hot chocolate. That’s pretty much right where I stayed for the entirety of the ski trip. And with access to the local cannabis spot, it sure didn’t hurt my feelings one bit.