Oy. my buddy sent this in the group chat, jokingly asking if it was me. Did this once. Wasn't my brightest move.

I was with acquaintances, and I ground up maybe a gram and a half, 20 minutes-or-so from the mountain. Started off great, had tons of energy...too much, even, as the dudes i was with told me I was wigging them out (I was PUMPED to board). We get off the lift, and start heading down, about half way down the mountain I am noticing a little less coordination. No problem, it'll just be an easy day.. Best part of the day was looking down at my shirt blowing in the wind, and seeing the most amazing blue, to this day, I've ever seen. I tell the dudes I'm with to go on without me, so I can throw on my goggles, and some tunes.

With the face mask, and the goggles I felt like I adopted a whole other persona, but I was groov'n on the tunes, and loving the day...I make my way down to the lift..it's a sunday after some storms, and the place is packed.. line to the lift is a crowd.. i see my dudes getting on the lift and excitedly holler and wave... just say'n hello..

...well, they knew I was trip'n and thought something was wrong.. so they stop the lift.. which causes the crowd, in its entirety, to turn and look at me...and I was suddenly sure every. single. one. knew I was on drugs, and could see all the unsure parts of my soul.

I made my way back to my car, where I cried in the backseat for probably thirty minutes, then remembered one of my best friends had went through a bad trip not too long before, and with a little help from us, had pulled through safe-and-sound. i called him up, and we talked for a bit, and before long I was loving the day again, and feeling I'd learned some important lessons...."I get by with a little help from my friends..." Beatles...smart band.

I crawl out of the car, and hear Rebelution playing. In those days Rebelution was my jam. Make my way over to a couple sitting in the trunk of their car. I say hello, and tell them my story, even going as far as pulling my shades down to show them my eyes. Talk for a while, about all sorts of things. I ask the dude for a cigarette.. He says yeah, but never gives me one. At some point he brings up that he and his girl got turned around the weekend before because they didn't have tire-chains.. I think to myself, "hey, I drive an all-wheel-drive car, I never get turned around.", and give them my chains, without even having him try them on lol. After that he pulls out a box of cliff bars, and asks if I'd ever tried one. I hadn't, and he hands me one.

I finish the cliff bar and ask if he has a trash bag.. his reply: "Oh.. you ate the whole thing? I just meant for you to try it." ....In hindsight I see he was just fucking with me... but at the time I was really confused, and chose to walk away.

Saw a dead pine tree that seemed to be receiving a hug from a live tree, and wept a bit at the beauty of it..took a picture.. still have it somewhere(Just looked.. can't find it).

anyway, that's my story. It was a pretty important one for me.

Tl;dr: Ate some mushrooms prior to snowboarding, everyone in line at the ski lift turned to look at me, I freaked out and cried in my car. Phone call with best friend turned it around. Met a couple, never got a cigarette, gave away my snow-chains, ate a cliff bar, wept for a tree.