Take a 35-minute ferry ride across the impossibly clear glacial waters of British Columbia’s Kootenay Lake, and you’ll find yourself on the East Shore. For , lush tracts of marijuana flourished here along the abandoned logging roads that snake through its craggy mountains.
Not long ago, police would rappel down from helicopters to hack away and pour bleach on the illicit crop. Kevin McBride, a rugged 51-year-old wearing gumboots and a wool cap, can recall those inevitable autumn raids.
These days, McBride reaps the region’s most prized harvest, the Moet Chandon Champagne of pot. Connoisseurs in Amsterdam coffee shops pay as