The PNW is where it's at for all things mushroom! Not only does it have lots of different environments habitable for varieties of fungus, it's where the grandpappy of mycology Paul Stamets lives! His daughter actually chills with a group of Burners/hippies near Portland that I know. When you visit maybe tie in with this group http://wildmushrooms.org/
or find something similar in your area since there's a membership fee. I joined when I lived in the Brooklyn neighborhood in SE Portland and went to a meeting, it was super interesting. People sell knit hats and things they dyed with mushrooms plus you can try your hand at identifying samples and talk to some pros who have been studying mushrooms for decades. I love the adjectives that pop up in mushroom jargon and wish I could remember more of them. Like there's one for "smells like dirt" that sounds really cool.
Aw yeah I enjoyed drinking and playing old school Rampage 2-player at Ground Kontrol. They have a lot of top-down shooters that are great, and there was a Rock Band competition going on so that made it extra entertaining. Portland's also the only place I've ever left a black metal pre-show (DEATH STENCH was boring) and ended up at a nearby karaoke bar watching someone sing System of a Down until the headliner set up back at the venue.
I wasn't sure how to approach dispensaries as someone who smoked for about 5 years then mostly quit for 2 (during which it became legal), but decided to ease back in with hard candies. Plus I've been bumming around as a guest at other people's properties so I didn't want to cause any problems by smoking. Peach ones taste fantastic, and work well when I just want to zone out and get some chores done or play scary ass video games. Since I'm on a job hunt it's not a regular thing for me, then again I did one small dab last weekend. Melted my brain and 50% of my bones, and I must have drank about a gallon of water before bed. Being crossfaded is still my favorite state, but just thinking about it makes me thirsty. I don't have as much opportunity to balls out indulge which is a good thing.
What else. I started working for a beekeeper last week just to keep myself honest while I continue to fill out applications, and it's an interesting angle on the agriculture thing. First off, it's hard labor with the twist that you're farming insects and they're constantly trying to kill you. Then you realize you're pissing off more bees in 8 hours than you've ever seen before in your life. Finally, it's 100 degrees outside and your job is starting to resemble pure hell: constant buzzing and attacking of insects, the air is thin as smoke from burning burlap surrounds you while you're desperately prying and lifting boxes full of said insects, and your clothes are soaked with sweat under your bee suit. Sometimes your hands are covered in an extra rubber layer, doused in a nauseating chemical (treatment for mites), and your nose itches.
On top of everything else, that is the one thing that could break me. I've learned how to scratch my nose by violently smashing the crook of my arm into my face, but that introduces the risk that the swarm of bees desperately trying to invade my protective layers will go straight for my eyeballs. Still better than customer service.