I just ate mushrooms

**skinipenem** · 03-04-2025, 09:57 PM

What's the status of mushies in canada these days? Asking for some friends heading to bc. Looks like a number of mail order places but difficult to tell them what is legit or not.

PM please

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**XXX-er** · 03-05-2025, 12:06 PM

https://www.getmagicmushrooms.co/about-us/ as a public service for nervous tgr folks coming to Canada DO NOT EVER bring drugs over the border especialy now the federales are looking for fentynal especialy don't if you are a refugeee

I think this outfit in the link is BC local IME been very reliable for microdose product since 2023 for the microdose productabout a 5 day delivery

https://www.ruralleaf.ca/ I duno if they ship but now that i think of it for MJ Check out these guys out I been skiing with them for 20 yrs

smoking for decades but after a year of micro dose I no longer buy product from rural leaf but can vouch for them

**TBS** · 03-06-2025, 10:04 AM

From Post 198

This should be in “Trip Reports” JONG

https://www.tetongravity.com/forums/...ht=Trip+report

**carpathian** · 03-07-2025, 10:57 PM

!One day Ryan and I decided to go for a bike ride. It was a beautiful crisp day in late August or early September. We were looking for a nice bike ride out to Bird Point to enjoy the last remnants of summer before the dark and rain of winter. We cruised out along the new bike path that used to be the old highway and dawdled at the over looks as Ryan drilled some golf balls out into the ocean.

 

We made our way to the parking lot and left the bikes in the bushes and followed the trail that leads towards the waters edge. We cut off the trail and made our way to the beach and started combing along through the debris and logs piled high. The tide was beginning to make it ways out to sea and the lower rocks were coming into view.  As Ryan was now throwing rocks I climbed over a crest of logs to peer into the next collection of debris. 

 

I saw something that caught my eye. It looked human at first glance. I thought I saw long hair of a girl but could not be sure. I called Ryan and we were both petrified. Whatever it was, it was obviously dead. It was bloated and distended so it made identification tricky coupled with the fact that we did not want to go near it. 

 

It was tangled in the logs and had various body parts that could be from different animals. Besides a person, it looked most a pig because it was all pink flesh. We slowly ventured closer actually afraid that whatever it was might leap up and get us. The head bent over on it self and I had to get to about 10 feet away. I then thought it was a huge dead dog, maybe a rottweiler. 

 

We were stuck looking at this creature afraid that it might be human but feeling more confident that it was not.  We had to go on and maybe we would come investigate on the way back through. As soon as we climbed out of the little grotto of death the air lifted on our thoughts and the day became beautiful again.  

 

The shore along Bird Point is riddled with many miniature inlets that are surrounded by rock with mud revealed in the middle as the tide retreats. Our goal was to make it to the furthest point of rock possible as the tide continued to fall.  We went out to the present moment furthest point and waited.

 

It was easy waiting with a splendid view of Alpenglow Mountain across the arm and all the stunning Chugach to our east and north. From this vantage we could see all the way out towards Anchorage and the tail end of the Alaska Range in the far west across Cook Inlet. The day seemed overtly crisp. The shapes of the mountains down to the tiny rivulets of water trickling across the mud back to the ocean. The sky was an impenetrable blue and we soaked up the sun as the tide fell. Every half hour or so we could move out another 20 or 30 feet to the most freshly exposed rock. It was exhilarating as far as slow motion patience games go.

 

I remember we had decided that the tide was low enough and we should go back to see what was up with the dead animal. Just as we stood to go I was over come by a great confusion that was subtle at first then became more startling by the second. At first I could not tell what was wrong. I looked at my self and at Ryan and it appeared that we had become black and white. I thought I might be having some sort of head rush until I looked up into the sky towards the east and it appeared as if a great slash or schism had opened up across the sky and earth and it was angled at about a 45 degrees. I turned behind me and the slash continued to the west as far as I could see and I felt a panic. Did we somehow inadvertently slip through a rip in the fabric of space-time? Ryan and I looked at each other in disbelief, each confirming what we were experiencing. Just then I looked straight up and could see a long thin cloud cutting across the sky.

 

Holy Smokes! It was a contrail from a passing jet liner up in the sky. We were in the shadow of the contrail as the sun was perfectly lined up behind the thin line of what was actually a brief cloud cover for the day!  I was flabbergasted. A moment later the cloud drifted and the sun came back in full force and our world was one piece again.

 

Now back on track. We had to really see what was all twisted up in the logs on route back to the bikes.  We approached cautiously but more confident considering the earth shattering experience ten minutes prior.  I got close. I could see a hoof. It was a mountain sheep. We were elated! The poor thing must have got ripped off a nearby peak by an avalanche and thrown into the ocean where it half decomposed only to be washed up on shore here.

 

With that mystery solved we made our way back to the bikes and home to Girdwood.

 

 

I was living in my truck these days so I guess home could be anywhere. That night I was hanging out with a girl. We were not boyfriend and girlfriend though there was an obvious, weird connection. This night was particular because we had a crazy communication breakthrough. I guess you could describe it as a brother/sister psychic thing, where we were basically reading each others thoughts and seeing the world through one mind.  I know, I know, hippy ju-ju bullshit, but I know what I experienced.

 

So if the day was not weird enough, it was going to get weirder. I remember pacing around the living room all worked up as we tried to figure out what to do with ‘this.’ You know ‘this’ right here? She was sitting on the couch peaking behind a blanket. She assured me that she was cowering from me, though I did feel crazy. We were stuck in the moment and it would pass.

 

I had to go to sleep. I went to my truck out in the condo parking lot. There were banks of condos on three sides of me effectively making for a man made canyon of sorts. The gravel was dry and firm as I crawled into the back of truck.  I was exhausted but my head was spinning from the day’s events. My conversation with the girl was crazy. We had come to the conclusion that the world is as you see it. You expect XYZ and you get XYZ. If you talk about and expect ABC then you get ABC. It depends on what you want, I guess. 

 

I had a thought as I lay in the back of my truck. What if you somehow manifested something that you did not want? You know, get stuck thinking about something you don’t want to think about and it happens. Maybe as result or maybe you have a case of premonition, either way it would be enough to make you go crazy.  Just then, as if on cue, I heard some faint footsteps off in the far end of the parking lot. It seemed as if the crunch was amplified by the acoustics of the condo canyon shape I was parked in. I had a brief flash in my mind of 

 

“Oh shit, what if that is the Devil down at the other end of the parking lot and he is only coming for me because I tapped into the whole fucking point of all of this?!”

 

 As I thought that, the steps did not go into a nearby building. They were getting louder and heading in my direction. As I could clearly hear the steps getting louder I was thinking 

 

“This is it, this is the devil coming right now because I think it is the devil coming for me right now!” If felt as if the more I panicked at the idea that I was manifesting my supernatural demise I had the notion of mentally fighting the devil off before he got to me. If I could bring him to me I could ward him off.  He could read my thoughts and he knew his power was controlling my thoughts towards him.

 

I could envision the hoofed feet inside heavy boots as the crunch became louder and more menacing. I repeatedly pinched myself to make sure I was awake. It was an act of sheer will to steer my mind around to a request of protection from on high. Whoever god is, I was struggling to make my thought clear as the steps were now approaching my truck. Just as they were within 5-10 feet of me I managed to burst out and declare in my head a personal exorcism--…

In my head I literally cried out with conviction, “Fuck you Devil, you’re not taking me!”

Right at that instant the heavy boot steps came up along aside the out side of my truck and a deep voice cursed from not two feet away, “God Damn it!” The sound sent chills through my body as the steps kept walking on by and I listened somewhat petrified but relieved as the heavy steps crunched across the gravel and carried the voice away through the deep parking lot corridor and around the corner into the night.

**carpathian** · 03-07-2025, 11:00 PM

I can remember the first day when I realized that I could not crash. 

 

It was a Wednesday and it had snowed about 6 inches. In the morning it was cloudy but the sun was already trying to break through.  There was not real rush and it was easy getting 1st on chair 6.  On the first lap we hit Eagle Rock. You can come on on the corner of the drop and get about 10 feet. It is a good way to test the snow for the day with minimal risk.  The next lap we hit Eagles again. There are several different stages you can play with; A ten foot drop in to a hanging pillow to another 10 footer to the left or maybe a 15 footer to the right.

 

The main drop is about 20 foot of vertical rock with a tranny that runs good and steep for another 40 or 50 foot before it transitions again to completely flat. After a couple of more laps it seemed like Eagles was the order for the day and we decided to just keep hitting it. 

 

There is a rope and cliff sign across the top so you have to slow way down and side step up to the edge before taking the plunge.  If there was a time lapse camera on South Face it would have looked like a type writer running through the alphabet as we started pin pointing bomb holes 6 inches over from each previous lap. A series of about 10 laps with 25 footers. Followed by another series of 10 laps with 30-35 footers. The landing proved to be very user friendly with the 6 inches of new on top of the 20” from yesterday and the 15” from the day before that and the 25” from the day before that...  Alyeska will do that, average 20” a day for like 3 months.

 

Anyway it felt like we were just getting warmed up when we started pushing into the 40+ range.  I remember sitting on the chair lift and feeling twitchy and slightly nauseous at times.  I turned to Abe and remarked that it felt like I could not crash. Like I could not crash even if I tried. Abe agreed and and we knew that it was on!

 

By now people on the chair started taking notice as we were getting random hoots in the lift line. Chair 6 rolls right up the main bowl so everyone can see everyone else's run assuming you are not over on North Face. From the lift we could see all of our perfect landings laid out in rows lower and lower down the tranny. As soon as the skis touched the snow at the top of the lift all apprehension melted away and, to sound cliche, it was like a computer game. 

 

We started ducking the warning rope faster and faster and soon enough we were pushing the limits of the useable transition. By now we had hit the damn thing about 35 times as we were doing back to back 50 footers. I can clearly remember the highlight of the day. By now we were just ducking rope and not even slowing down and leaping blind. I remember as I ducked the rope I kind of turned my head sideways and as I did that I saw Abe as he was ducking the rope at the same time no more then 5 feet to my left. I watched as he dropped into the classic aerodynamic/semi-tucked position one uses when bombing big air. I noticed the flow of snow crystals flow behind him as he started to descend with the arc of trajectory. 

 

I could see he was stoked because this was one of the biggest air yet and I watched as he slowly lowered the landing gear and prepared for touch down. I swear I could count 1-2-3 in the air as I kept watching while Abe stomped the shit out of the landing in an explosion of snow all around. He had landed at the absolute bottom of the tranny meaning we had soared over 60 feet through the air.

 

I was still about five feet away as we zipped across the flats and started laughing and was like “did you see that?”  That was when I realized that I too had cleanly soared and stomped the big air without even looking as I was so transfixed by the beauty of Abe's flight.  In the end we hit Eagles 48 times that day.!

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