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I went up into the Catskills with a big bag of mushrooms and a trunk full of rice and beans and didn't come down for a year. I learned what it means to be grou
by trhr 3y ago
I went up into the Catskills with a big bag of mushrooms and a trunk full of rice and beans and didn't come down for a year.
I learned what it means to be grounded. I'm fucking unshakable now. "Everyone's different" is the real lesson here.
That being said, the way Silicon Valley uses this shit makes me want to rage. Treat it like it's sacred, and it'll treat you like you are.
- pyrophane 3y agoCouple of questions for you about this, if you don't mind: 1. What kind of situation where you in in terms of lodging, social isolation, and access to nature? 2. How often were you taking mushrooms and how much did your dose vary? 3. We're you consuming any other drugs at the time? 4. What time of day did you typically take mushrooms and what did you do during? 5.Did you get sick of rice and beans and how much did you supplement your diet with other foods? Interested in your experience.
- trhr 3y agoI was by myself, in a tent. When I felt lonely, I moved the tent closer to hiking trails. When I wanted to be alone, I moved it further away. The easiest way to meet people on a mountain is just walking to the summit and sitting there. When I was tired of rice and beans, I hiked down to a little restaurant that had really, really good fried fish. One time I built a hot tub. A park ranger was kind enough to jump start my car when I was ready to leave for good. I feel like that was the least they could do after writing me six parking tickets, all of which I paid. The rest of the answers, I leave to you.
- ryanwaggoner 3y agoSounds like you should write a book!
- trhr 3y agoThey already have one, which was a partial inspiration. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Side_of_the_Mountain https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Side_of_the_Mountain Required reading for 5th graders, imo. At the end of the day, it's not much different than the thousands of people who hike the PCT every year. I just... didn't walk anywhere. It was so long ago that I could no more get a book out of it than I could get a book out of "what I did last year." I just... don't remember the details. I remember admitting to myself that I could see ghosts and the moment I figured out why I saw them. I remember the day the air changed and I knew I could either stay another winter or leave. But most days were just, "fill the water, boil the water, make the food, mend the clothes, gather the firewood, tend the fire, sleep."
- dieselgate 3y agoMy Side of The Mountain was a good book from what I can remember - read it in 2/3 grade and often think about the spatial constraints of living in a tree trunk when I'm out, in reference to this. Intentionally came to HN this morning to look if you had posted any follow ups; cheers
- trilbyglens 3y agoI need more of this story