"...when we first visited Missoula in the far West, I was absolutely amazed: it was as crunchy as Boulder/Portland and filled with dreadlocked white people in ‘97-98 and the aroma of weed was everywhere. Very 90s hippy revival which may have taken a few years to filter Westward so maybe the tail end of the trend."
"...when we first visited Missoula in the far West, I was absolutely amazed: it was as crunchy as Boulder/Portland and filled with dreadlocked white people in ‘97-98 and the aroma of weed was everywhere. Very 90s hippy revival which may have taken a few years to filter Westward so maybe the tail end of the trend."
I moved to Missoula two and a half years ago, and while dreadlocks have gone out of style the weed-smoking has not. Missoula boasts the highest dispensary density in America, "with 36.2 retailers per 100,000 residents."
I can confirm anecdotally: everyone I've hung out with partakes of the devil's lettuce, copiously. Not that I'm judging; I love marijuana. But the desire of people here to get canna-blitzed out of their minds is unsettling. Reminds me of a sadder, more desperate version of Boulder, where I lived for a year before dropping out of the University of Colorado. That high-town was fun, whereas Missoulans are clearly self-medicating.
Politically, it's a refreshingly purple apolitical place. I see Trump stuff and rainbow flags, but not ubiquitously. The classes here are still compromising. The libs, far away from Seattle/LA/Denver, intuitively understand that their livelihoods still depend on ranchers. And the ranchers are happy to do business with the 'big city' folk (Missoula drops down to ~75k during summer when college kids go back home).
But I have a foreboding after reading that article about Bozeman / eastern Montana. Because local Missoulans are still Montanans, and they sense the globalist private equity wave coming.
"...when we first visited Missoula in the far West, I was absolutely amazed: it was as crunchy as Boulder/Portland and filled with dreadlocked white people in ‘97-98 and the aroma of weed was everywhere. Very 90s hippy revival which may have taken a few years to filter Westward so maybe the tail end of the trend."
I moved to Missoula two and a half years ago, and while dreadlocks have gone out of style the weed-smoking has not. Missoula boasts the highest dispensary density in America, "with 36.2 retailers per 100,000 residents."
https://www.marijuanaventure.com/the-most-dispensaries-per-capita-in-the-u-s/
I can confirm anecdotally: everyone I've hung out with partakes of the devil's lettuce, copiously. Not that I'm judging; I love marijuana. But the desire of people here to get canna-blitzed out of their minds is unsettling. Reminds me of a sadder, more desperate version of Boulder, where I lived for a year before dropping out of the University of Colorado. That high-town was fun, whereas Missoulans are clearly self-medicating.
Politically, it's a refreshingly purple apolitical place. I see Trump stuff and rainbow flags, but not ubiquitously. The classes here are still compromising. The libs, far away from Seattle/LA/Denver, intuitively understand that their livelihoods still depend on ranchers. And the ranchers are happy to do business with the 'big city' folk (Missoula drops down to ~75k during summer when college kids go back home).
But I have a foreboding after reading that article about Bozeman / eastern Montana. Because local Missoulans are still Montanans, and they sense the globalist private equity wave coming.