HFB is "Hike, Food, Beer." A staple of those in the Pacific Northwest. Its trajectory is comparable to the GTL of those on the
Jersey Shore. It begins on a weekend, with a long debate about which trail to hike. This takes hours depending on various factors including discipline, fitness, permission of dogs, parking, electic car charging, concentration of
Californians (no more than 6/sq mile) presence of hobos, their horoscopes, among others.
They travel to their destination, but much like fishing typically being a social excuse for day-drinking, this is an excuse to get high. They will indulge heavily in libations, rambling about marginal subjects. These last 2-3 hours, as that's the amount of time it takes for them to run out of weed.
Another talk occurs when choosing where to have eat, but other factors such as allergens, organic/GMO status, and meat sourcing are also considered. They engage in
reverse camping when seated, but otherwisel follow a standard timeline.
The last part is to go to a local brewery. By this point, it is later and all bets are off when it comes to
holding back. Also, their weed has largely worn-off, thus paving the way for more drinking. Being cross-faded is typically not enjoyed. The drinking continues until one has an allergic reaction to gluten-free beer, though this is just a somatic manifestation of that person's crippling social anxiety, for which he or she mitigates by maintaining a high-level of marijuana
intoxication.
