you know it. like that one time you have in your memory when everything was chill and you just kinda melted into the situation, or when you got so ripped you cant remember anything, only that it was awesome. mine was when i went with a best friend of mine to stay at their cottage on Manitoulin island, it's a canadian freshwater island in lake huron: very aboriginal themed in fact we were even staying on a reservation. Anyway, it was august so the days were real long and warm. pull up manitoulin on google images and see the size of the area and then think that it only has little over 10k people total, most living in one town in the north. so we went into this area called the "green bush", basically countryside wilderness. think endless roads after endless roads with cow pastures on either side of you. everywhere. we drove deeeeep into the green bush one sunset and then just pulled up to the shoulder, put on the soft radio, popped the backdoor of his tucson and ripped bong after bong at sunset. ripping bongs with the cows, man, nothing honestly beats it. and there wasnt another human soul for miiiiiles