July 18, 2014 - Set out solo to a national forest to trip acid. After grabbing some snacks from a country store, I went down the road and parked my car in the empty trail head parking lot. 3:00 pm I dropped two blotters (no bitter taste. that's good), grabbed my supplies from the backseat and set out down the trail. This is a hiking trail I am familiar with. It's a 6 mile loop that goes along a creek and empties out into a river. I hiked pretty fast and non stop to the mouth of the creek at the river. Before I got there, things started to change. I kind of got into a zone while I was hiking, but when I stopped briefly to look around, things seemed different. My locks of hair were moving around my face and it was like looking through goggles. I reached my destination a little ways past the river where the trail narrows and is not as often traveled. I set down my belongings: a tarp, a rain jacket, and a backpack. I got naked and started a fire. It never felt so natural and comfortable to be in the woods. Breaking sticks to feed the fire while it burned was awesome inf the original sense of the word. My body moved comfortably and I felt so authentic and pure like during a good yoga session. I made sure the fire was contained, threw on a pair of shorts and made my way barefoot down to the junction of river and creek about 100 yards away. On the way to the river, I stopped and sat on a tree that had fallen across the trail to smoke a bowl of some recreational cannabis I purchased at a retail store in Colorado. It felt so casual and at home sitting on the log.. almost like sitting on a good familiar park bench around my home city. I had a heightened sense of awareness. I felt alone - in a good way - and I felt as if I would have been able to sense anyone approaching. There was a very strong sense of my inner primal nature. I got to the river bank and slowly made my way out onto a long contiguous strand of rocks that led half way across the wide river. I heard a scraping noise followed by a plop - turtles sliding off of the rocks and into the water. I get halfway out into the river on the rocks, turn around, look up, and there is a humongous bald eagle soaring almost directly above me below tree top level. A rare sight for this area of wilderness. I raised my arms and shouted with amazement and awe. I crouched down, out of the wind, to smoke another bowl while I continued to watch the eagle soar straight down the river as far as I could see until it was a tiny white dot. After a dip in the river I made my way up the creek bank. I found some very interesting plants that I had never seen before. A type of grass with long tall green seed pods with inch long fuzzy brilliant purple strands shooting out of the sides and spaced at regular intervals. I was amazed by the beauty. I clambered up some boulders off of the creek bank to get a better sense of the area. At this point I knew this was good clean strong LSD. The profound sense of primal oneness with nature was exhilarating. I can partially describe it because at this time I felt that while climbing on these boulders and stepping barefoot on the flora and forest floor that it was exactly as if I was the one doing the spotting rather than being spotted. At the time I felt very much like how a large predatory cat must feel when it cunningly and covertly moves through the forest - simultaneously hunting and avoiding being hunted. Part II later
that truly sounds like an awesome trip! (in the original sense of the word ) my brother and i dropped acid in a state forest on the exact same day. http://www.hipforums.com/newforums/showpost.php?p=8063426&postcount=330 looking forward to part II. looks like this was just a day trip and you didn't spend the night?
pork- what a coincidence part II: The other factor that played into the primal vibe of things was being totally vulnerable... nearly naked, barefoot, not a knife (though there was one tucked away in my backpack i found later that i was not sure i brought), and of course no gun. I was completely out of my mind, unable to recognize who i was or what i was doing out in the forest - i even forgot that i had taken drugs. 5:18 pm - ok, so what? time was meaningless. I felt very vulnerable, but in a liberating way. The trails through the forest served as a symbol or analogy for how we get into routines and ruts in normal daily life, and how it is important to break them from time to time. I felt grateful to be alive on planet Earth and realized how important it is to have these natural spaces where we can all, plants and animals included, just experience first hand what life is like here in nature. I went into the forest with no rigid plan. I left the possibilities for the day and night open ended. I was fully prepared to camp out overnight if I needed or wanted to, but I also was open to coming out before then, but not necessarily before dark. I brought my cellphone with me and had called a few of my friends and my mother while i was absolutely tripping balls. Talking to one of my fellow tripping friends on the phone while i was very very high and i asked them if they had heard of the doors of perception to which she replied yes, and i told her that i had just been there, and indeed i had. absolutely none of that even comes close to being possible to be able to describe with words so i won't even try. i realized that once a person had been here, there was no denying that there is something to be said for it, and that's about all i can say about that right now. My cellphone died which was major. Because i had friends and family that may have been concerned about me and i could no longer communicate with them i ultimately decided i needed to leave the forest and get back home, but I more or less took my time. I was on the trail headed back out and spotted a nifty sandy beach on the other side of the creek. I decided to cross the creek and set up a temporary camp to chill for a minute. I laid out my tarp and started a fire with dry driftwood. This was the second of three campfires i started. Darkness was approaching - the past two hours or so had been quite confusing - i should have left my cellphone behind. I needed to cross the creek before it got dark because i didn't have the mental capacity at the time or maybe i just didn't care to dig through my crammed backpack and come up with my flashlight. Crossing the creek in the dark would have been very difficult so I went ahead. Charging down the trail racing against dark without a flashlight eventually it got to the point where it was so dark that i could not find the trail, every direction looked the same. I could go back, the way i came, but every step other than that would have just gotten me lost. I was in kind of a tight spot and had to weigh my options. I could spend the night right there but the problem was i wouldn't be able to relax knowing that my friends and family might be worrying about me. I started campfire number three right in the middle of the trail. this would afford me enough light to find the flashlight in my backpack. i was smart enough to have in my pockets the materials i needed easily accessible to start a fire. I sat on my ass and started a fire, but it was so dark and so tight in the woods that i could only burn what i could reach from where i was sitting. it took some time to get the fire going. i carefully and precisely constructed it and nurtured it. the contrast of the extreme darkness and the tiny flames shooting beams of light through the thick smoke suspended in the air made for interesting. eventually the fire was going good, and i got my battery and light out of my pack and put them together. the initial reaction was to race off down the trail towards the car, but it was kind of like well, now i'm ok i can sit here and enjoy the fire for a little while if i want to, but i decided to just go which was kind of a shame. generally, driving was difficult, dangerous, and a bad decision - i never should have done so, but ultimately i was driving just fine and made it home safely. my friend came over and she told covered for me saying that she drove me home. we smoked a few bowls, talked about things and listened to music. all in all it was a great trip and a bad trip. it was definitely a great learning experience. fortunately i have some more of this acid. i used to trip solo a lot, exclusively actually. a lot of people think that is weird or impossible or whatever. i definitely want to do it solo again, but i will use this experience to inform the next try. i realized that when i used to trip alone i was a different person then and in a different context in my life. things have changed now and i can't do it the same way i used to. in the future i would tell people where i was going and how long i plan on staying for safety purposes, but i would not bring my cellphone or i may bring it, but leave it turned off and try to forget that i have it. emergency purposes only. I would also not bring my wallet or my car keys. i need to be able to totally detach myself. the other thing i would do it spend a day or two or three previously in the woods, calming myself down, clearing my mind and meditating before the trip. i find lately that often when i trip hard, all of the things from daily life that have been in my mind show up way too strongly. grateful for the experience.
very nice report, machinist. i can relate to a lot of the confusion you had in the woods. the first year that we went camping and took LSD, we only went for one night, so we dosed pretty much right after setting up camp. i learned from that experience that it's better to stay for two nights, and dose on the 2nd afternoon. that way you can use the first night to get your bearings on the layout of the land, you can gather tons of firewood, and basically make it so that you have little to no responsibilities, i guess much like you should when tripping at home. even the smallest thing can become a major chore, such as finding your flashlight.
