Friday afternoon: I begin to contemplate what to do now that the exams are out of the way. The weather isn't bad; about 60F, 18C. I decide this will be the last decent day to ride my ATV (quad, 4-wheeler). So I call up G and S, who also have quads. We talk about where to go on a 3-way call. We decide to explore a certain branch of a trail we never explored. There are literally hundreds of miles of trails in the area, and I've explored many but not this area. We figured it was time to discover new land.
We discuss substances to bring. Usually I am against most use while operating machinery but as long as it wasn't a depressant I didn't care. S brings some good cubensis he just harvested and dried. G brings good pot. I bring food/drinks and my .357 snub just in case of bears or crazies. We meet at S's at 5pm; with about an hour and a half of light left and fill up our tanks with 94 gas. We each eat 3g of shrooms and smoke a little, then strap on our helmets and take off!
The unexplored trail begins about 4 miles from the starting point. We arrive about 15 minutes later after going fast over rough terrain. Soon I begin to feel the tingles of the rising shrooms building on top of the mild pot stimulation. I hope for the best and hope this will be a good memory and not a bad one...
We turn on the small, darkening trail. It is more narrow and looks like a tunnel through the woods, with huge trees with changing colors building the framework. The colors began to look mindblowing. The leaves went from pastel to neon. I was amazed. We start to travel slow down the path with me taking the lead. S and G looked like they were definitely feeling it when I briefly exchanged a greeting when we had arrived. They looked like they felt inferior to this great moving scene we were apart of. I was taken back by it also.
The trail gets rougher with rocks and mud puddles but looks scarcely used. It gets dark from the sun setting and the leaves blocking the sky. I turn my headlight on. We get to a Y in the road and park to get a drink and try to relax. After getting a drink of water I felt great. I felt like we were going to discover something new and possibly life-changing; that was the feeling at least. I carefully tried to pass this enthusiasm onto G and S in a non forceful way and it worked. They got very excited. G packs a big bowl in celebration of our adventure and what was to come. We smoke it down as the sun sets. I start to feel some anxiety but i take deep breaths and push the anxiety away through my feet.
I fire the quad back up and take the left trail, and begin to go very fast! It was amazing feeling the wind and almost being on autopilot, driving a quad for over 10 years has made it automatic and very thrilling. I take a few random turns when we get to 3 more crossroads, one after another, 2 of them being Y's with 2 possible routes and 1 being a W with 3 ways to go. I figure one of us would remember and I tried to remember. They stuck close behind, also getting the thrill of the speed.
It was now dark, and we stopped at a Y. I take out some chips to give us some carbs. I still feel great, but then look at G and S. "Dude do you remember all the turns?" S says, looking very concerned. "We'll find our way back" I reply, but then question myself. My mind is a big blur now; I begin to lose that sense of self and everything seems so real but also altered. I get the twists and see things dancing in the woods faintly, then hear faint chanting. This trip was becoming more intense than I imagined. I look at G; he looks scared, glancing from side to side. "We aren't getting out of here tonight are we?" he states nervously.
I think he is right, but don't say anything. I feel negative energy of them blaming me for going so fast and through those crossroads without stopping for their consent. "I am sorry guys... we may have to camp" I hesitantly say.
My excitement dims and gets replaced with uneasy nervousness quickly. We don't have blankets at all, just some food and water. It was going to go down to the lower 40'sF, ~6C. So this was my biggest concern. We do have our quads so we could use the light. I found it very hard to make decisions about what to do, and G and S were relying on me since I had survival training and I'm the one who got us lost.
I finally say to point the quads to the left side of the road, where it looked flatter with a big tree. I then proceed to build us a shelter up against the large tree. I gather lots of big sticks. S and G clumsily attempt to help. I pile us a nice big leafpile to sleep in under the sticks. then i pile leaves on top of the sticks. So it was a half circle of long sticks leaned up around the tree with an opening on each side. This took about an hour to make but it felt longer. It was now 7pm and I was definitely peaking hard. We turned off the quads to save battery & gas. We then cuddled into this small shelter to test it out. We were shivering hard already. I put the food and water in there and we eat some. We don't talk much at all. Soon we hear a loud owl and some other strange noises which startled us. We then get a small fire going which almost burns down the shelter when a flaming leaf blew onto it and caught fire. After seeing that shocking display of the power of the fire, we put it out, despite our frigidity. It was very dry.
We try to take turns telling a made up story. S tells one about a ghost which haunted campers in a clear reference to my experience. I felt uneasy but knew it was just a joke. My thinking was too fragmented to tell a decent one. We sat back in the cramped, pitch black shelter and sparked a bowl. The weed kicked it all in hard but this time with a relaxing tone, telling me a comedown was beginning soon. I laughed hard for a reason I forget, and this created incoherent noises we were making which led to floods of laughter and idiotic shouts. I felt good we could remove our inhibitions we seemed to be holding tightly against our will earlier.
We talked a lot and bonded in that little shelter. Time then flew. I looked at my watch and it was 3am, with only a hint of weed in me; the shrooms 99% gone. We then get 3 hours of sleep, waking up around 7, freezing cold despite the warming leaves and body heat in there. It was beginning to get light so we leave, feeling refreshed after having a morning pipe spark.
This is a trip report not a journal story so I'll conclude quickly by saying we drove around until about 3pm; with S's and my quad running out of gas. Luckily G had a larger tank with reserve so our story ends crowded into a small space just like the night. It was the longest ride I'd ever been on. We were frightened even sober that we may be lost but finally we saw a familiar path and got on the right track. We had taken a wrong turn which led to many other wrong turns. We recovered our vehicles later that evening on another adventure, although this one sober.
It was a great memory; I don't really regret anything. Us 3 are closer now due to the situation we went through and came out ok in the end. I definitely don't recommend driving under influence of any drug, but personally tripping and pot has never negatively affected my driving, just making me more careful minded. I wouldn't do it in a car though because then theres other people who could wreck you and get you into trouble or cops.
We discuss substances to bring. Usually I am against most use while operating machinery but as long as it wasn't a depressant I didn't care. S brings some good cubensis he just harvested and dried. G brings good pot. I bring food/drinks and my .357 snub just in case of bears or crazies. We meet at S's at 5pm; with about an hour and a half of light left and fill up our tanks with 94 gas. We each eat 3g of shrooms and smoke a little, then strap on our helmets and take off!
The unexplored trail begins about 4 miles from the starting point. We arrive about 15 minutes later after going fast over rough terrain. Soon I begin to feel the tingles of the rising shrooms building on top of the mild pot stimulation. I hope for the best and hope this will be a good memory and not a bad one...
We turn on the small, darkening trail. It is more narrow and looks like a tunnel through the woods, with huge trees with changing colors building the framework. The colors began to look mindblowing. The leaves went from pastel to neon. I was amazed. We start to travel slow down the path with me taking the lead. S and G looked like they were definitely feeling it when I briefly exchanged a greeting when we had arrived. They looked like they felt inferior to this great moving scene we were apart of. I was taken back by it also.
The trail gets rougher with rocks and mud puddles but looks scarcely used. It gets dark from the sun setting and the leaves blocking the sky. I turn my headlight on. We get to a Y in the road and park to get a drink and try to relax. After getting a drink of water I felt great. I felt like we were going to discover something new and possibly life-changing; that was the feeling at least. I carefully tried to pass this enthusiasm onto G and S in a non forceful way and it worked. They got very excited. G packs a big bowl in celebration of our adventure and what was to come. We smoke it down as the sun sets. I start to feel some anxiety but i take deep breaths and push the anxiety away through my feet.
I fire the quad back up and take the left trail, and begin to go very fast! It was amazing feeling the wind and almost being on autopilot, driving a quad for over 10 years has made it automatic and very thrilling. I take a few random turns when we get to 3 more crossroads, one after another, 2 of them being Y's with 2 possible routes and 1 being a W with 3 ways to go. I figure one of us would remember and I tried to remember. They stuck close behind, also getting the thrill of the speed.
It was now dark, and we stopped at a Y. I take out some chips to give us some carbs. I still feel great, but then look at G and S. "Dude do you remember all the turns?" S says, looking very concerned. "We'll find our way back" I reply, but then question myself. My mind is a big blur now; I begin to lose that sense of self and everything seems so real but also altered. I get the twists and see things dancing in the woods faintly, then hear faint chanting. This trip was becoming more intense than I imagined. I look at G; he looks scared, glancing from side to side. "We aren't getting out of here tonight are we?" he states nervously.
I think he is right, but don't say anything. I feel negative energy of them blaming me for going so fast and through those crossroads without stopping for their consent. "I am sorry guys... we may have to camp" I hesitantly say.
My excitement dims and gets replaced with uneasy nervousness quickly. We don't have blankets at all, just some food and water. It was going to go down to the lower 40'sF, ~6C. So this was my biggest concern. We do have our quads so we could use the light. I found it very hard to make decisions about what to do, and G and S were relying on me since I had survival training and I'm the one who got us lost.
I finally say to point the quads to the left side of the road, where it looked flatter with a big tree. I then proceed to build us a shelter up against the large tree. I gather lots of big sticks. S and G clumsily attempt to help. I pile us a nice big leafpile to sleep in under the sticks. then i pile leaves on top of the sticks. So it was a half circle of long sticks leaned up around the tree with an opening on each side. This took about an hour to make but it felt longer. It was now 7pm and I was definitely peaking hard. We turned off the quads to save battery & gas. We then cuddled into this small shelter to test it out. We were shivering hard already. I put the food and water in there and we eat some. We don't talk much at all. Soon we hear a loud owl and some other strange noises which startled us. We then get a small fire going which almost burns down the shelter when a flaming leaf blew onto it and caught fire. After seeing that shocking display of the power of the fire, we put it out, despite our frigidity. It was very dry.
We try to take turns telling a made up story. S tells one about a ghost which haunted campers in a clear reference to my experience. I felt uneasy but knew it was just a joke. My thinking was too fragmented to tell a decent one. We sat back in the cramped, pitch black shelter and sparked a bowl. The weed kicked it all in hard but this time with a relaxing tone, telling me a comedown was beginning soon. I laughed hard for a reason I forget, and this created incoherent noises we were making which led to floods of laughter and idiotic shouts. I felt good we could remove our inhibitions we seemed to be holding tightly against our will earlier.
We talked a lot and bonded in that little shelter. Time then flew. I looked at my watch and it was 3am, with only a hint of weed in me; the shrooms 99% gone. We then get 3 hours of sleep, waking up around 7, freezing cold despite the warming leaves and body heat in there. It was beginning to get light so we leave, feeling refreshed after having a morning pipe spark.
This is a trip report not a journal story so I'll conclude quickly by saying we drove around until about 3pm; with S's and my quad running out of gas. Luckily G had a larger tank with reserve so our story ends crowded into a small space just like the night. It was the longest ride I'd ever been on. We were frightened even sober that we may be lost but finally we saw a familiar path and got on the right track. We had taken a wrong turn which led to many other wrong turns. We recovered our vehicles later that evening on another adventure, although this one sober.
It was a great memory; I don't really regret anything. Us 3 are closer now due to the situation we went through and came out ok in the end. I definitely don't recommend driving under influence of any drug, but personally tripping and pot has never negatively affected my driving, just making me more careful minded. I wouldn't do it in a car though because then theres other people who could wreck you and get you into trouble or cops.
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