“When a trapper entered the valley, I reflected back on my life as an Indian. "I'm sure as an Indian living on the plains, I trapped animals for their fur and for their meat, I took what I needed for survival, but doing it for profit somehow rubbed me the wrong way” MagicMysteryEnvironmentalMarijuanaSeventiesNatural WorldUnfaithfulnessHippiesGenerationalSixties Book:The Odyssey of a Hippie Marijuana Grower Source: The Odyssey of a Hippie Marijuana Grower