"Miracle Man"
I like hiking in the wilderness. And climbing minor rock formations. I used to do a fair amount of psychedelic drugs while doing this. Commune with nature... that kind of thing.
Once i was hiking up near Berry Creek CA. They called the place "Moon Rocks". Or "The Bowling Alley of the Gods" as i recall. Huge boulders for scrambling around on. Really neat place for full moons.
Anyway. I was high on LSD, meeting some friends. One of the friends brought some guys from South America... Chile I think. Or Peru. An attempt on my buddies part to get some pot had failed and we were without any herb except for a small ball of hash I had managed to hold on to.
We decided to climb a rock spire to the top for our little session. Took probably a 1/2 hour to get up there. I was passing the ball of hash to somebody atop the small rock platform we were on when he accidentally dropped it, falling off the cliff.
Everybody was bummed.
But i did not accept that this was the way things were going to be.
High as kite I descended the rock and went below where we were sitting. Probably a good 50 feet or so down. I began to search for the ball of hash in the darkness. Looking where rainbow trajectories in the sky I that I envisioned suggested it might have landed.
Picked up a pebble... definitely not hash.
But the next thing I picked up out of the scrub bushes and rocky landscape was the very ball of hash that had been dropped.
I was ecstatic.
I climbed up and rejoined my companions. Produced the ball of hash. And there was much rejoicing.
One of the guys yelled "Miracle Man".
We enjoyed our smoke and the beautiful night time out in the wilderness.
I secretly reveled being the hero of the evening.
Once i was hiking up near Berry Creek CA. They called the place "Moon Rocks". Or "The Bowling Alley of the Gods" as i recall. Huge boulders for scrambling around on. Really neat place for full moons.
Anyway. I was high on LSD, meeting some friends. One of the friends brought some guys from South America... Chile I think. Or Peru. An attempt on my buddies part to get some pot had failed and we were without any herb except for a small ball of hash I had managed to hold on to.
We decided to climb a rock spire to the top for our little session. Took probably a 1/2 hour to get up there. I was passing the ball of hash to somebody atop the small rock platform we were on when he accidentally dropped it, falling off the cliff.
Everybody was bummed.
But i did not accept that this was the way things were going to be.
High as kite I descended the rock and went below where we were sitting. Probably a good 50 feet or so down. I began to search for the ball of hash in the darkness. Looking where rainbow trajectories in the sky I that I envisioned suggested it might have landed.
Picked up a pebble... definitely not hash.
But the next thing I picked up out of the scrub bushes and rocky landscape was the very ball of hash that had been dropped.
I was ecstatic.
I climbed up and rejoined my companions. Produced the ball of hash. And there was much rejoicing.
One of the guys yelled "Miracle Man".
We enjoyed our smoke and the beautiful night time out in the wilderness.
I secretly reveled being the hero of the evening.
56-60, M
