This is my Bicycle Day weekend, two hours ago I dropped 424mg of mescaline hcl, obtained from Eurocommunity many lost ages ago.
My set and setting is quite good, in a country hotel resort, overlooking flowing waters and cherry blossoms, and fragrant bushes outside.
At the moment, though, it seems busy out there, wheelbarrows to and fro. Think they are preparing for a wedding later today, I'm sure. I met one young girl in passing last night, who remarked on my shirt "Mile High", which, if I wore it again today, might seem rather old and dodgy.
I took my Bicycle Day dose with a bumper of bioperine, and in 20 miniutes I was already getting the all familiar goosebumpiness and first alerts.
Seems things are still evolving in my day, as the sun reaches across the verdant landscape and into the nearby woods where I will go later, if I can do so in a relatively unobtrusive way. At the moment, I am content to look out the window and gaze.
Ok, I'm on the sweet downslide from my mescaline excursion, so let's do the official Trip Report. As we speak, the time is T-15:20 from the initial drop.
Let me start out by saying it was a great spontaneously unplanned day that was full of events, energy, perfect timing, and peace in all things, at all times.
The comeup began to build from T-0:20 to T-3:00, and plateaued from T-3:00 to T-5:00. For this period I stayed indoors and absorbed some classic Jethro Tull (Aqualung), and some Al Kooper in his psychedelic phase (I Stand Alone). The CEVs were quite a show, there were colors, patterns, symmetry, neon organic designs in constant movement, as well as some OEV tracers during the comeup and through the plateau. As typical for this class of drugs, was the goosebumpy "never quite warm enough" feeling which kept me hopping in search of warmth and distraction.
As the plateau faded, I ventured outdoors, to explore a nearby riverfront parcel once considered a cemetery. It was a completely dead place, absolutely nobody or nothing around anywhere except busy nest building birds and buzzing insects. It was sunny and the river rippled like a tapestry of jewels. I spent time watching birds near the bank of the river, looked for roosting predator birds in the soaring, gnarly trees, and kept up a constant description of my surroundings via Dragon Dictation, photos, and videos for my trip memory bank. Quite a mysterious place, everything overgrown, but had been functional once upon a time, maybe 50 years or so, perhaps.
My prime objective was to avoid hurting myself going up and down the steep river banks, and carefully avoiding anything that looked like poison ivy. Upon my initial stroll up and down the unused rutted overgrown paths, there was a small possibility of running into a meth lab, dope dealers, anyone with guns, or cops, it was the perfect place for any of the aforementioned dangers. I put myself at ease by a running video commentary so there would be a record in case of a big unpleasant surprise, but after about 10 minutes of videos I was totally relaxed, in total isolation, in idyllic surroundings, digging the day.
After this adventure, I returned indoors to warm up, nibble on a few things, and attend to some housekeeping chores, while still well under the influence of my Bicycle Day meds. By T-8:00 I happened to be reading a college tabloid and, out of the clear blue, I learned there was a massive 4/20 smokeout taking place only about 5 miles away! What luck and happenstance, hello!! So I cleaned up and hustled on over there, of course, and spent a while, including the 4:20pm highlight, surrounded by toking and choking folks, sitting on the grass, sharing the love, cruising the vast and colorful crowds of every type and description, hanging out near the live music stage, walking around the very loooooonnnggg lines at every concession, no matter what it was, if it was for eating or drinking, there was a half hour line. Anywayz, after sharing some love with the brothers and sisters, most of whom could be my grandchildren, I headed back but not before scoring a pair of rice krispie edibles for takeout.
(The pure irony of it all, was that I was once
exactly like these young 420 participants only for me it was 40 years ago, my hair was past my shoulders, I had John Lennon glasses, and a crazy look in my glazed eyes from toking dope all the time, morning till night. Now look at me, you would never suspect a thing like that ever was a part of my life, heh. So much has changed, but so much still the same.)
That is what I call some good timing there. I was somewhat buttondowned with shades that hid my eyes and demeanor which were rather trippy looking. Lots of smiles and good vibes to be shared and absorbed.
I got back by T:10:30 and after some phone calls went into my meditation period, very peaceful but some unusually active thinking registered in my Muse headset calm device session. One full cannabis hit to put me in the Zone, and that helped buoy my trip and extend the excursion rather well, until after T-12:40, when I started feeding myself some natural and nutritious food I had on hand for the occasion. after which I took my choline/ALCAR and other vitamins, minerals, and supplements to restore the lost and dissapated stores from my body and brain.
Overall, it was an outstanding Bicycle Day excursion. I've got a half dose of mescaline left, which I will save for a future occasion, perhaps paired up with some 3-meO-PCP, hmmmm? Oh yes, that will be another bat channel, in a whole new dimension of space-time.
I will wind things down here shortly with a few beers and a sleep aid. Should be deep and full of dreams.
Final Trip Note - your mileage may vary. Trip safe and know how to fail safe when needed, but don't drive while tripping if you are not capable of it. Wait until past the peak, and your fellow beings will thank you for your courtesy and good road manners.
Hallejuah and "fire in the hole..."
I look forward to seeing how you incorporate this into your life. Stay grounded, and rock on. 
