The legend of “The Traveler” didn’t start in a lab it started in the thin, crisp air of the Pakistani Himalayas.
She hitched a ride in the frayed threads of a hippie’s tie dye pants, trading the high peaks and charas for a beat up VW bus. From there, it was a global relay race passed from hand to hand at smoke outs, where joints were sparked and shared in hazy, starlit circles from mountain drum sessions to underground gardens across the world. She wasn’t just a seed; she was a nomadic treasure, kept alive by dreamers and growers who knew they were holding a piece of history.
Decades later, that same lineage has made it all the way to the foothills of Mount Rainier. The bus is long gone, but the spirit of that Himalayan nomad lives on in what’s in the bowl right now. A world traveling heirloom, finally home.
Do you know where your cannabis originated from? Where did the strain you’re smoking on come from? Do you know?
