Fertile ground (closed to Eugene)
Clad in a Hawaiian shirt and sporting aviator shades, Chon probably didn't look like someone looking to find a place to grow marijuana.
Or maybe he did. Either way, he was taking Red's advice and checking out places where he might be able to score a small hidden corner with good soil and start growing. It would be far from the environment Ben had fostered, but Ben was dead (so far as Chon knew) and Chon was just going to do something before he went batshit.
So he poked his head in places, bending down to test the feel of the soil. Find a place that would work.
Or maybe he did. Either way, he was taking Red's advice and checking out places where he might be able to score a small hidden corner with good soil and start growing. It would be far from the environment Ben had fostered, but Ben was dead (so far as Chon knew) and Chon was just going to do something before he went batshit.
So he poked his head in places, bending down to test the feel of the soil. Find a place that would work.