"That's probably true," I allow as I reach for my shirt, rinsed earlier and slopped over a boulder along with my pants to keep them from floating away in the current. "If Ravi's still around at that point, it's definitely true." Not that I can't see the benefit in toking up every once in awhile, but the truth is that mostly, I'm just the guy who grows it.

I look up from where I'm scrubbing the shirt fabric between my hands. "If you want any of that weed, just let me know. As you saw, we have no shortage of it."