We were eating in a restaurant when I mentioned that there were no native born people in Colorado. Doc, the road captain, said, "Sure there is. Our waitress is home grown." I called her over and ask how long she'd been in the state. She replied that she'd been there 14 years. She was pushing 30. I looked at Doc and said, "I rest my case."
Never met a true native all the while I was out there. From the west to the east, north and south, they'd all came from somewhere else.
Breckenridge was full of rich, yuppie trash. Frisco was fun.
That's only 'cause they've still got the death penalty for two joints or more. Cultivation? They kill ya twice.