A friend of ours came upon 300 dollars worth of shrooms. Neither Brett or I had ever done shrooms before, so Brett planed a trip to a place where we could get some psychedelic psychotherapy. Everyone knows that nature is the best place to do shrooms, so Brett looked up a few natural spots near by and came across a town called Tuxedo. Next thing we knew, we were on a train to Tuxedo to find nature, with 300 dollars worth of illegal nature.

We left early and took a train north bound.

The front of the train was eerie.

We arrived in Tuxedo eager to find the lake. Some said it would take 2 miles to get there, some said less. They were all wrong.

We searched through the woods for hours. I think our first reason for being lost was that we decided not to follow the trail early on. When we found this valley, the groups Iphone helped us figure out how far we had till the lake. It had been 2 hours of hiking and we were less than half way.

We finally found this highway, and followed it for a while. We were on a high way to a high day.

Brett packs in earth tone making him appear ever so free.

WE FOUND THE LAKE! FUCK YEAH!

We all turned our favorite child hood snack into a sandwich full of Psilocybin. Peanut butter, jelly and magic. (Psilocybin: a hallucinogenic organic compound of the tryptamine family, found in magic mushrooms.)

While Brett and I were tripping I burned these sticks and it was the most amazing thing ever. I recommend doing shrooms and burning things. It’s awesome.

We woke up the next morning to pouring rain. Some had a tent, some didn’t. I guess it takes more than being the trip planner to get a roof over your head.

While shrooming the night before Brett broke a trees arm somewhere in the woods and brought it back to the camp site. Then someone dared him to throw it in the water.

The trip back felt pretty cracked out. It’s always nice to come back to society, even if it has so many strange rules.