nephil
Bluelighter
substance: cannabis
my day on the mountain...
background: I am a born again pot smoker. That meaning, I used to smoke alot, stopped for a looong time (8+years), and just recently (2 years ago) picked it back up again, this time being very choosy about the weed I smoke, and smoking on certain occasions only...not all the time. Snowboarding happens to be one of those occasions. It is a time where I can wake up, smoke a bowl, and feel energized for the entire day that lies ahead. They just go hand in hand.
so heres my little report of these two drugs...one an enhancement (cannabis) and the other an addiction
(snowboarding) combined...
I get off of the chair lift, stand at the summit, strap into my bindings, and look out at the amazing view that lies ahead. I say my normal little prayer, thanking the heavens for this incredible opportunity to put my mind and body to yet another challenge. A warm rush of excitement flows over me, as fear seems to center itself inside my gut.
As I begin my descent, I look for a nice patch of trees where i can dip off and partake in a hit or two of my chillem which is nicely packed with some White Widow...very very chronic bud. I find a nice spot, ride over and plop down in the snow. Given my low tolerance for bud, I know I only need a hit or two to get me where I want to be. I finish puffing, choke for a minute, take a few deep breaths, then continue down the slope. No big deal, just cruising as usual.
I cruise to the chairlift that will take me to the "outback", a place where I can either ride down from there, or hike up a bit more to some bowls on the backside of the mountain. I get on that lift, and after riding for a few minutes I can feel the high begin to creep over me. My eyes feel a bit heavy, the music in my headphones has become a bit more dimensional, and I can feel the inner warmth beginning to develop. So, at the top, I get off the chair and quickly think about which way I will go.
Before I decide what to do, I notice a crowd of people standing around the entrance to the hiking "trail" (its all snow) that leads to the backside. I ask some guy whats going on and he points ahead at the SNOCAT that is approaching the crowd. He tells me that this CAT is gonna take us waaaay up into the top of the back bowls, way further than I could have hiked. I contemplate that idea for a second, and then he proceeds to tell me that we're lucky cause they only do it once in a while. "Hmmm...maybe I should hop on..." I say, my face lighting up all while my stomach begins to knot up with fear. I think the fact that I was really stoned was making me think more about the act than I should have and making me more scared, but nonetheless I decided to hop on anyway.
As I sat in the back of the SNOCAT, I look ahead and see nothing but males all around me. Also, it seemed that everyone was wearing a helmet...(cept me), and everyone looked very aard-core. I starteed to get even more nervous, thinking "what the hell am I doing up here...I dont even know where Im gonna end up! Im not prepared for this!" You know that stream of paranoid thoughts that seems to enter your mind sometimes whilst stoned and being faced with some sort of challenge. Just then the guy sitting next to me says "have you been up here yet?" and i say "no". He then says "well girl you are in for the best ride of your life!" That comment made such a difference in the way i was starting to feel. It seemed to warm the icy feelings of fear that were beginning to stiffen my body and my spirits. I smiled and said "niiiice", once again realizing that i was pretty dang high...too high to really talk actually so i just let out a little giggle.
We get to the top, exit the CAT, I say "good day" and strap in. Just before my descent, I think "geez im way too stoned for this" as I look off into nothing but a field of pure untouched white powder as far as i can see. "goddamm this is all mine i cannot believe it!" I say, and before I could get nervous again I took off.
Feeling the softness of the snow as compared to what I had been used to feeling was like gliding through butter. Just then i realize what flying must be like. Weightless body, limbs like rubber, mind is non existent. All that existed was my soul and the snow...thats it. I had no fear, no thoughts even...just purely in the moment. I was literally carving thru the air it seemed...surfing on this white canvas, leaving behind a subtle marking in the depth of the snow that I could manipulate any way I chose. I could not believe I was carving like this. This was totally new to me, being able to own this field of white. I couldn't see infront or around me but it didnt matter. I was in heaven! I cannot really say that I was thinking all of this at the time...because at the time I dont feel I had any thoughts really for about 7 minutes...this is simply my reflection.
As I started to near the trees, I became more aware of the other surroundings, and decided to stop and take a look at the tracks i had left behind me. I was so excited I cried. For I had once again been faced with a challenge that my body and mind were both able to get together and overcome. I sat down and stared off into the sky for a bit, then closed my eyes. As I opened my eyes, I began to (once again) notice sort of an electricity running thru the trees ahead. The snow around me and in the air was glistening, sort of communicating with the trees. The air was dead calm and eerily quiet but yet I felt such a feeling of inner peace, once again feeling that ultimate connection to the natural world around me. I put my headphones back on and began the ride to the bottom...the music was guiding me, creating every move I made. I rode for the rest of my day reflecting on that incredible inner feeling i had started off with...everything working together, my mind, body, spirit, and the earth. Nothing could bother me after this...that day was an epic day.
my day on the mountain...
background: I am a born again pot smoker. That meaning, I used to smoke alot, stopped for a looong time (8+years), and just recently (2 years ago) picked it back up again, this time being very choosy about the weed I smoke, and smoking on certain occasions only...not all the time. Snowboarding happens to be one of those occasions. It is a time where I can wake up, smoke a bowl, and feel energized for the entire day that lies ahead. They just go hand in hand.
so heres my little report of these two drugs...one an enhancement (cannabis) and the other an addiction
(snowboarding) combined...I get off of the chair lift, stand at the summit, strap into my bindings, and look out at the amazing view that lies ahead. I say my normal little prayer, thanking the heavens for this incredible opportunity to put my mind and body to yet another challenge. A warm rush of excitement flows over me, as fear seems to center itself inside my gut.
As I begin my descent, I look for a nice patch of trees where i can dip off and partake in a hit or two of my chillem which is nicely packed with some White Widow...very very chronic bud. I find a nice spot, ride over and plop down in the snow. Given my low tolerance for bud, I know I only need a hit or two to get me where I want to be. I finish puffing, choke for a minute, take a few deep breaths, then continue down the slope. No big deal, just cruising as usual.
I cruise to the chairlift that will take me to the "outback", a place where I can either ride down from there, or hike up a bit more to some bowls on the backside of the mountain. I get on that lift, and after riding for a few minutes I can feel the high begin to creep over me. My eyes feel a bit heavy, the music in my headphones has become a bit more dimensional, and I can feel the inner warmth beginning to develop. So, at the top, I get off the chair and quickly think about which way I will go.
Before I decide what to do, I notice a crowd of people standing around the entrance to the hiking "trail" (its all snow) that leads to the backside. I ask some guy whats going on and he points ahead at the SNOCAT that is approaching the crowd. He tells me that this CAT is gonna take us waaaay up into the top of the back bowls, way further than I could have hiked. I contemplate that idea for a second, and then he proceeds to tell me that we're lucky cause they only do it once in a while. "Hmmm...maybe I should hop on..." I say, my face lighting up all while my stomach begins to knot up with fear. I think the fact that I was really stoned was making me think more about the act than I should have and making me more scared, but nonetheless I decided to hop on anyway.
As I sat in the back of the SNOCAT, I look ahead and see nothing but males all around me. Also, it seemed that everyone was wearing a helmet...(cept me), and everyone looked very aard-core
. I starteed to get even more nervous, thinking "what the hell am I doing up here...I dont even know where Im gonna end up! Im not prepared for this!" You know that stream of paranoid thoughts that seems to enter your mind sometimes whilst stoned and being faced with some sort of challenge. Just then the guy sitting next to me says "have you been up here yet?" and i say "no". He then says "well girl you are in for the best ride of your life!" That comment made such a difference in the way i was starting to feel. It seemed to warm the icy feelings of fear that were beginning to stiffen my body and my spirits. I smiled and said "niiiice", once again realizing that i was pretty dang high...too high to really talk actually so i just let out a little giggle.We get to the top, exit the CAT, I say "good day" and strap in. Just before my descent, I think "geez im way too stoned for this" as I look off into nothing but a field of pure untouched white powder as far as i can see. "goddamm this is all mine i cannot believe it!" I say, and before I could get nervous again I took off.
Feeling the softness of the snow as compared to what I had been used to feeling was like gliding through butter. Just then i realize what flying must be like. Weightless body, limbs like rubber, mind is non existent. All that existed was my soul and the snow...thats it. I had no fear, no thoughts even...just purely in the moment. I was literally carving thru the air it seemed...surfing on this white canvas, leaving behind a subtle marking in the depth of the snow that I could manipulate any way I chose. I could not believe I was carving like this. This was totally new to me, being able to own this field of white. I couldn't see infront or around me but it didnt matter. I was in heaven! I cannot really say that I was thinking all of this at the time...because at the time I dont feel I had any thoughts really for about 7 minutes...this is simply my reflection.
As I started to near the trees, I became more aware of the other surroundings, and decided to stop and take a look at the tracks i had left behind me. I was so excited I cried. For I had once again been faced with a challenge that my body and mind were both able to get together and overcome. I sat down and stared off into the sky for a bit, then closed my eyes. As I opened my eyes, I began to (once again) notice sort of an electricity running thru the trees ahead. The snow around me and in the air was glistening, sort of communicating with the trees. The air was dead calm and eerily quiet but yet I felt such a feeling of inner peace, once again feeling that ultimate connection to the natural world around me. I put my headphones back on and began the ride to the bottom...the music was guiding me, creating every move I made. I rode for the rest of my day reflecting on that incredible inner feeling i had started off with...everything working together, my mind, body, spirit, and the earth. Nothing could bother me after this...that day was an epic day.
