On a summer afternoon in New York's Adirondacks, my friend Damian and myself
ate two grams each of Psilocybe cubensis in our little red tent at some campground.
It was my fifth or sixth trip on shrooms, but I had never had a very successful
one before because I never knew how much to take. I know now that two grams
isn't very much, but they must have been very potent because it was quite
a trip for me... The trip (I mean vacation) was to go climbing in the 'Dacks
and do a lot of drugs with a lot of our friends. About 50% of the whole
group(about 25 people) was into drugs. Most of them hadn't arrived yet, as
it was our first day. So, anyway, me and Damian played frisbee for about
15 minutes until I ran out of breath (I smoke too much pot!)So we found our
niche at a small picnic table in the corner of a HUGE field, almost completely
unihabited.
Our campsite was out of view, so we felt pretty free to do anything we wanted.
All I had was my clothing and a two liter of soda, and all Damian had was
a little bottle of Eucalyptus scented oil. I sat down on the bench and we
started talking about where we were going to climb the next day, but I was
slightly distracted by an Indian face in the clouds. The possibility that
there was a person next to me vanished as the voice began to come from the
Indian (lets call him Bob). So anyway, Bob wanted to take me on a river rafting
trip through the clouds. I complained that I was inappropriately dressed,
but he made me strip to my shorts and it felt so gooood... This was when
I must have gone insane because I faintly remember cursing at my clothes
for causing all the problems of mankind. I threw them as far as I could,
but then I thought about my shorts ( a loose pair of dirty, brown Gramicci's)and
I concluded that they were a real part of my body like my skin and I loved
them more than anything else in the world.
Apparently while in my rage against my clothes a car drove right through
the field on a road which we hadn't even noticed. It stopped because I was
half naked and beating my clothes with a big stick. I yelled at them to leave
or I'd really act like a monkey!!! Even though they started to leave, I jumped
into a fire pit and started beating the coals with my stick. We found this
enormously funny, and it took about 10 mins?? to recover. Bob called for
me though, and this time I was totally ready for a rafting trip. When I told
Damian what I was doing he began to notice the amazing sculptibility and
geometric shapes in the clouds. I was , however, IN THE SKY, totally experiencing
every aspect of a class IV whitewater. Keep in mind I had never even rafted
before, but Bob was the best guide my mind could fabricate.
I could never even explain how incredible that was, but more was to come.
I was called into the surrounding woods by who-knows-what and I accepted.
Grabbing my soda and trotting off to the woods alone, I heard Damian protest.
"Are you CRAZY man!!???" I told him I'd be right back, even though it was
such a lie. I even considered living in the woods for the rest of my life...
Barefoot and shirtless, with trippiness all the way, I ducked, waddled, and
squirmed my way into a little clearing. I could tell I had been walking for
a while, because I couldn't tell which direction I had come from. I couldn't
see anything but woods in every direction. Parallel world -- with a giant
mud pit! THats rigght! A ten foot diameter pit of quicksand-like mud that
was four feet deep at least. How did I know it was 4 feet?
Well, somehow i got stuck in this pit, with only my chest ,arms, and head
showing. I was very stuck, and I was shrooming very very very hard. Pieces
of mud were morphing in front of me and cleaning my cuts from all the thorns
I had to walk through. I have no idea whatsoever how I got out of the mud
or how i got back to the field but when I did, Damian had been peaking all
the while on the picnic table, as cars drove by watching him like a zoo animal.
He couldn't believe I was me because I was COMPLETELY covered from head to
toe in black mud. I wanted to see if our friends had arrived, so we trekked
back to the campsite, trying to compose ourselves. I kept forgetting about
the mud, and everyone was laughing at me. But I managed to get to three of
my best friends who had just arrived.
The problem was, after they were done laughing at me I couldn't communicate
with them because their faces were warping and floating around. The rest
of the trip was very calm until we smoked two huge joints, drank beer and
smoked stogies until 2 o'clock in the morning. We completed BATS in a day
(Bud, Alcohol, Tobacco, Shrooms), which is something Ive only done once since
then. The next day I tried to take all my friends to the mud pit, but we
had enough trouble trying to hack through the forest. It was nearly
impenetrable!!!! But when we finally got to the clearing where the glorious
mud pit had once been, all there was was a small, trickling stream and some
sandy banks... Go figure.
