Another East Coast Rant About the Scary Hippies in Humboldt
The NY Times has a somewhat hysterical “tourist” piece on Humboldt. Apparently the author imbibed. Here’s a couple representative quotes,
The sights of Humboldt County, Calif., can be hard for the rational mind to reconcile. Its hysterical shifts in landscape and weather conspire to make you feel, in the most pleasurable way possible, that you are going out of your head.
A fair proportion of homes visible to highway traffic have additions built of plastic sheeting.
Eager to know a little more about Humboldt’s cannabis culture but somewhat spooked by Garberville’s aura of the underworld….
On the plus side, he loved our trees (of course) and Cecil’s (also, not a surprise.) On the plus plus side, gorgeous photos accompany the piece (as did the one above.)
The forest’s crisp, misty air made breathing a thrilling novelty. It seemed to inhale itself….The trouble with redwood forests, though, is that they are hard on the human ego. You can’t spend much time among all of that primordial rectilinearity without starting to feel disheveled, crooked and mortal.
One evening, I dined at Cecil’s, the fanciest restaurant in Garberville, whose unusual market will apparently bear a steak topped with crab meat, shrimp and handpicked chanterelles for $72. I didn’t get the steak. I got fried oysters remoulade and some smoked pork spring rolls I’d have eaten my weight in.
I met the author and he seemed a nice fellow but I’d recommend a little less inhaling…though who can blame him when this place is “home to a large community of people whose knack for growing high-quality marijuana has made “Humboldt” a sacred word to dope smokers worldwide.”
Hat tip to Kevin at the Arcata Eye.