Smoking weed at sea level is a lot weird than doing it at 5,000 or even 10,000 feet.
I grew up in the south near the ocean, so for much of our life I was never above 100 feet over sea level outside of the few times the people I was with and I traveled to a nearby state to visit family.
When I took a trip through the Smoky Mountains one year, I immediately realized that it was harder for myself and others to breathe than normal. My ears were hurting because they kept popping the higher the people I was with and I got into the foothills of the Appalachians. I didn’t get to see mountains again until I moved to Albuquerque after graduating from school and finding a job in Nob Hill. I care about that the window in our kitchen looks out in the direction of the Sandia Mountains. Taking the Sandia Peak Tramway is an amazing experience that you need to do at least once in your life, especially if you’re a resident of the area. However, the first time I smoked weed in the neighborhood it was weird than being lower in elevation. The feeling of vertigo and lightheadedness got even worse when I smoked a joint at South Sandia Peak one afternoon. I had to rest for an hour before trying to descend the mountain on foot. I kept worrying that the vertigo would cause myself and others to slip and fall, getting swallowed by hard rocks and sharp trees in the process. At least I’m used to the elevation difference nowadays when I’m smoking marijuana. I don’t run into nearly as several issues as before, which is a total godsend in our mind.