May 23, 2005
stupid man tricks
Some time around 1977, some friends and I took a backpacking trip to Joyce Kilmer State Park in North Carolina (not far from Robbinsville). We hiked the Big Fat Gap trail, which is a real bitch if you walk it all the way to the top of Hangover Mountain, which we did. Never has a mountain been more appropriately named.
The first night, we camped on the banks of Slickrock Creek, a very beautiful mountain stream with lots of small waterfalls and big rocks all over the place. Close your eyes and listen to the water and your hear the sound of pouring rain all night long. But my friend Steve Hamby and I didn't go to sleep that night.
No, we split a 4-way hit of blotter acid and got really fired up about the time the sun went down. We were with three other people and they all crawled off to go to sleep just when Steve and I were at our best and our brightest. Sleep was the LAST thing on our minds.
In fact, we were so
lit-up "bright" that we remembered a goatskin full of wine that Steve had in his truck. We decided, quite lucidly, to hike back and get it in the dark of night.
With a pair of flashlights, we hiked the two miles back to the parking lot, drank the wine while sitting on the tailgate of Steve's truck, and then staggered all the way BACK down the mountain, fucked up as a pair of worms. I think we did Indian dances around the campfire that night, before I kinda lost track of everything.
I woke up the next morning on a big, flat rock in the middle of Slickrock Creek. I do not recall how I got there or when I went to sleep. I didn't have a sleeping bag or even a blanket with me on that rock. I just picked out a nice rock and went to sleep on it. Had I been semi-conscious, I think I would have frozen my ass off that night, but I was burning high-octane fuel at the time. I wasn't cold when I woke up, even though the creek had icicles in it.
I walked 10 miles, steadily and steeply uphill the next day, while burping that wine and what tasted like MY rotten liver with every gasping step I took. I felt like Fido's ass. Steve looked okay, but we both consecrated Hangover Mountain by puking on it when we reached the top.
Those were the days. We did a LOT of "stupid man-tricks" back then, when we were both in our 20s. I kinda miss those times, because I had a lot of fun doing that crazy shit. Steve is dead now, and I'm just too old and stove-up for that crap anymore.
But I still like the memories.
I did that once. Me and Kenny grabbed us an axe, a bottle of Jack and headed into the woods, singing old Motown at the top of our lungs.
Then we got lost. K. whacked his foot with the axe so we gave the firewood cutting thing a pass and lit a fire with whatever was in our wallets. Then we ran out of money. Then we finished the Jack. Then we woke up around noon the next day, not more than fifty yards from where we had started (I would have sworn we hiked miles).
Drugs do the darnd'st things.
Sorry if this is a stupid question, but what is blotter acid?
Blotter acid is LSD placed on a piece of paper with an eyedropper. 4-way blotter means that you're supposed to split it into four pieces. So, Steve and I both took a double-dose, This stuff had a blue dolphin on it (a lot of blotter was known by the designs on it back in those days--- this was, of course, "Blue Dolphin" and it was the real deal. )
Bejus! I know you can't find the good stuff anymore, but what is this world coming to when somebody doesn't know what "blotter acid" is?
Rob , you make me laugh. I remember the blue dolphin . Owsley acid was the very best... murry
I haven't remembered blue dolphin in years. A friend & I would drive out in the country and split a 4-way, then plink with his 9mm till the first one said it was a-comin' on. Then the pistol got stowed and we'd drive for hours on lonely Mississippi roads with the 8-track cranked. Good times. Like you, A-man, too old for that now....thanks for the memory.
Great view of the Smokies from Hangover. Haven't ridden th Dolphin for a while. A gold variety was a member of the pod.
My girlfriend (now my wife) my buddy and I got the idea one night to travel to Corpus Christi (about a two hour drive from here). As my wife had never been there it was decided to make it a road trip. We went to the Kerrville Folk Fest scored some A and jason and I put a hit in each eye and ate one(my wife hated that shit). He bought a case of zima(it had just come out) and a couple of cases of beer. I had a 1979 Chevrolet shortbed pickumup. He was not much of a drinker and got shitplowed in an hour. Being as it was my first time to drive there by myself I did not know the exact way. To make this extremely long story short My friend got to drunk to give me coherent directions, we turned around about 150 miles from the destination started back home, got pulled over by the San Antonio police at three a.m. for going around the same block 4 times and I had to get out and talk the man that fucker. To my complete surprise he drew me a map to get home.It was a miracle we did not go to jail that night. That is the last time I have ever touched that stuff.
For us, it was Blue Dragon and Purple Window Pane - not surprising since I'm in K-State country.
Gawd, you couldn't pay me enough to get me to do that again. Feeling like the northbound end of a southbound ape isn't my thang no more.
I wouldn't trade my acid days for anything, but won't do that shit ever again either.
We had bullfrog acid down here in south Florida. It had a picture of a bullfrog wearing a baseball cap and riding a skateboard on it. 'scuse me while I kiss the sky !
I remember windowpane and Blue Dragon. I never saw any "bullfrog."
Anybody remember microdot? There was blue and purple. They weren't on paper, but were real little tiny pills.
Yeah, I remember microdot, too. It came in blue, purple, yellow and brown varieties. The purple was very sneaky.