Diesel Dope, Monster Trucks, and Snotty Dispensary Clerks

Editor's note: After our story "The Landscape-Scarring, Energy-Sucking, Wildlife-Killing Reality of Pot Farming" appeared in the magazine, we heard from a reader who called himself Ancient Mariner. He explained that he was one of the old hippies who had fled the cities for the Emerald Triangle back in the '70s, and ended up making his a living as a pot farmer. He was appalled by the changes he'd seen in the industry in the wake of Proposition 215—the state's loosely written 1996 medical-mariju...