Got home from class, I make a stupid 4:20 joke to my roommate, we decide its a good time for me to try dabbing. I pass out in my hammock for a while until my friend shows up in my room to finish off what I had leftover in my flight box, we get 12 solid hits out of it. Then I get another knock on my door and my other friend tells me to get all of my camping gear together. I'm at a 9/10 and I pack all of my gear up, pack down my hammock, grab my MFLB, and head out the door. We get to the spot, the sun is going down, the air is smokey and we cant see any mountains surrounding us. I unpack my bag and unwrap my hammock straps to see that my hammock is nowhere to be found, fuck. So to make me feel better we load up the last of the bud and some tobacco and at this point I'm at a nice 7/10. But then we bust out the brand new bong and this shit is amazing, smooth as glass, nice and cool, good to hold in the hand. Oh man, I lost track of how many hits we took as I got up to a crazy 12/10. I go full on comatose and fall over into some spiky grass and thorns. I get up and continue munching on my granola until this girl comes over and just takes it out of my hands and downs the whole bag. I decide I need to walk around so we go out exploring with only one headlamp between three guys and we left the bear-spray back at camp. Luckily the only bears we encountered were figments of our vivid imagination. Suddenly a helicopter flies pretty close overhead and we look off into the distance to see a small brush fire being quickly battled. The helicopter was the coolest sound I have ever heard. So then we go back to out camp, settle into our chairs for a while until we go to sleep. I wake up this morning next to my new best buddy in his 1.5 person tent and walk out, stretch, and make some kratom-water, when I finally fully open my eyes I am greeted to clear viewing of the awesome peaks and beautiful valleys of the Bridger Range previously obscured by smoke. Awesome night, but I don't think I want to get that high again, at least in the near future. And now I'm looking out my window and can see in the distance a mountain range slightly less hidden by smoke for the first time since I moved to Bozeman.
As I was putting my stuff away I found my hammock and my headlamp in the spot where I usually keep my Magic Flite
TL;DR Dabbed for the first time, went camping, got higher, PTFO, woke up and the smoke cleared in Bozeman a little bit.