bout like this:
moguls, if ya ain't skiing moguls, ya ain't skiing. what a fucking day that^^^^^ was.
rog
bout like this:
moguls, if ya ain't skiing moguls, ya ain't skiing. what a fucking day that^^^^^ was.
rog
Buster and Rog pretty much summed it up.
Waayyy back in the day I did a blotter and skied at Sunshine with my buddy the pro patroller on his day off. Not sure if the blotter was Sunshine but the hill was. He, obviously, knew the mountain, I simply followed with boundless energy and and enthusiasm. We skied the (closed) women's world cup downhill course with knee deep pow. The weird part was that we started talking in Scottish accents (you know, "it's a grrrreat, grrreat day...) and once we stopped skiing, could not stop the Scottish accent. We had to go to a bar and have a few beers to sober up and lose the accents.
Another time, in the same era, I climbed on acid. Tree limbs turned into giant anacondas and the small rational part left in my brain knew that roped climbing was a bad idea. Once I leveled out a bit, I went bouldering and soon found myself 20 feet off the deck with no spotters, in the days before crash pads. Again, the rational bit clicked in and I climbed down. I recall a really nice woman recognizing my addled state and talking to me for long time, keeping me away from the cliff. To her, I owe eternal thanks.
That was a long time ago in a universe far, far away.
"... Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to your body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much: I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those deskbound people with their hearts in a safe deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this: you will outlive the bastards." – Edward Abbey
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Ironically, when I created this thread I had never even smoked weed. Since then, I've experimented with a whole host of drugs, including acid and mushrooms. In 2010, we went to Park City on our snow club trip and I split some mushroom chocolates with a few friends. We dubbed it 'shroomin and groomin', but the dosage was too low and we didn't get much more than giggly.
The next year we went to Steamboat, and two of the girls from the original shroomin and groomin and trip were down to give it another go. We must have taken nearly 2/3 of an eighth each. I started to come up hard on the gondola which wasn't too enjoyable. I bolted for the bathroom as soon as we unloaded and splashed water in my face, as that normally calms me down. When I came out of the bathroom, the girls were long gone, as I kind of expected, as they were tripping super hard too and weren't about to stand around and wait in a crowd of people. I knew I could make it back to the room so I decided that would be the best course of action instead of exploring the mountain solo. I'd never been alone on psychedelics and wasn't too keen to the idea.
I set my skis down and was about to step in when I heard my name called. I dreaded whoever I was about to have to interact with but slowly turned my head to look. My best friend Spencer was approaching me as if dropped from the heavens. He's been with me during pretty much every drug experience I've ever had, but doesn't do more than smoke weed himself. I was super stoked to see him. He said he was gonna go into the lodge to take a break, I said I was headed to the room if he wanted to take a break there. We set off onto Valley View, which, of course, has an incredible aerial panoramic view of the Steamboat Valley. I came to a stop and took it all in. He rode up to me, I turned to him and said 'I'm fucking tripping balls dude.' He responded simply, 'nice.' We went back to the room, I put on some music, enjoyed the view from the balcony, melted into the couch for a while, and when the rest of my roommates returned we went to the hot tub.
One dude had broken his collarbone that day and it was protruding pretty grossly. That was disturbing. But all in all a good time. Plan to do it again this year in Telluride.
Would be down to try acid on the slopes, but I think shrooms are the more enjoyable potion for me.
((. The joy I get from skiing...
.))
((. That's worth living for.
.))
Acid, mush, and MDMA - Buddies stag.
More cid and mdma combo - another stag
Good times!
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walking into the bathroom is always a sure way to tell if yer still tripping. thats usually my "can i drove home test"
i always just got lazy and full-on autopilot when i dosed and skied.
Thats why i was wearing the grandpa UV blockers inside. And no one can see how messed up my eyes are.
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Originally Posted by blurred
I have had nothing but good times but the trick is to moderate a bit rather than go all out as you might on a sunny afternoon in a meadow or the beach. And have a good crew as always.
Enjoying the silence of light snowfall was a mystic experience. And every flake was like a comet. Mesmerizing and connecting to the universe.
I hardly fell skiing but when I stopped I fell over half of the time. I felt like I was still moving. Just standing there I would fall over.
As someone said, long time a go in a galaxy far, far away.
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Dood, I could totally hear your brains cells exploding.
Reminds me of the first time I ate peyote. I saw my friend's head change into like six different animals as he was talking, heard every word he said, but he kept becoming all these different animals as he spoke. Thanks, jonesy, that says it so well.
friends, high fives, laughs and pow laps. Repeat
almost as fun as surfing on L,
SnowBoarding ?
tgr has a new tribal of campfire!!!! mags comin out of the rainbow woodwork
It's like skiing........but on acid. Does that make sense?
"Dancing mania" occurred in 13-17th century Europe. Groups of people danced wildly through the streets, often foaming at the mouth and speaking in tongues until they collapsed. This was all due to consuming poisonous rye bread made from ergot-infected grain or the Claviceps purpurea fungi, which today is used to produce the psychedelic drug, LSD.
The most challenging thing about skiing on LSD .... scoring good LSD.
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