Alright, on a lighter note I have a story.
I'm not one for drugs much, enjoy an occasional joint, or the yearly stranger experience at burning man.
For whatever reason though, I was feeling the need to try some mushrooms. I had been mentioning the idea to a friend and he told me he'd gotten some.
Well it had been a long hard day at work, and was saturday night before 4 days off, so I had been bothering him that we should eat them and go for an afternoon skin. Lo and behold, I got off work after dark, had to go pick up my skis that had just been mounted, and we didn't make it up the hill until nearly 9 at night. It was around thanksgiving too, and we were having a full on blizzard-one of the first of the season.
At this point, you might think we would have abandoned the plan, but we both ate some shrooms and headed up from the pass. We had headlights and new where we were going, but it was blizzarding hard. we made it to the top in about 20 minutes and I wasn't feeling anything. In retrospect though, I did think that the pillows below looked like a doctor suess book in the faint light. I hucked and got whited out, and our stoke continued back to the highway.
When we got to the bottom, my buddy took off his skis and fell over onto the snow. He was rolling around and couldn't stop telling me how hard he was tripping. I was feeling nothing and wan't to keep going, so instead I went to the car and ate some more shrooms.
There was a truck with a camper/rv shell thingy in the parking lot too, but apart from that no one else wanted to brave the storm. All of a sudden a guy poked his head out of the shell and asked us if we wanted some tequila and shelter for a bit. We agreed and climbed inside. At first the atmosphere was warm and inviting, but as time went on I started to get jumpy. I could feel the mushrooms kicking in, and I would get little starts, shivers throughout my body. On top of that, the guy started to look more and more like a chiseled elephant statue in the dim light, and I though I was seeing things in the dark. I knew we had to get out of there, since my buddy wasn't saying anything and definitely couldn't drive.
Outside our stoke was revamped by the blizzard and we hopped in my truck. This was when I made a bad decision and opted to drive down the hill without taking my boots off. It was all going ok, but honestly I don't remember much except pulling donuts in the ski resort parking lot at high speed, yelling "I'm trippin out duuuude". The blizzard was cool, but definitely not safe.
We made it down the highway further and opted to stop and hike to a cabin in the woods. It was fully dark and we got lost a few times, mostly because my buddy couldn't stop looking at the snow in his hedlight, and I kept seeing spirals in the trees. It was wild.
We made it to the cabin and just tripped out for a while. I couldn't go anywhere. I kept getting phone calls from a girl I was seeing, asking if we were still coming over, and I didn't think I could tell her we were in a cabin in the woods tripping out on shrooms. "yeah we'll be there!" was all I could manage. No time passed, but it showed over an hour on my phone when she called again. "its 3 in the morning, are you coming or what?"
Feeling slightly more normal, we headed back to the truck. I took off my ski boots this time, and the driving felt better. Finally we made it to her house at 4:30, feeling slightly elated and euphoric after our trip. I didn't tell her what happened, but the next day we shared excellent powpow together. Still a keeper.
