Tuesday night I stopped in LaFleur's Bluff State Park for the night to camp during my trek across country for work in San Diego. I got there after hours and left payment in the "honor box", why this matters? Well let me tell you about one of my most intense and unpleasant trip ever. When I got there it had been raining all day, cold, no heat in my truck, just got stuck in some mud, it was dark, and I had no clue what to do. I set up camp a bit away from my truck on a hill and mixed my extract with some tea and downed it. I used peppermint extract to make the LSA so even the smell burned my nose. I walked around for a while as the heavenly blues started to kick in: lights developed more defined rays, halos, I no longer felt like I was walking but sort of drifting. They continued to come on and I started to smirk uncontrollably. It started to sprinkle a bit so I decided to go back to my tent and settle in. Once I got to my tent it really started kicking in. It was no longer dark out and I could see clearly without my headlamp, the area was lit by the reflection of light from the near by city: Jackson, MS. I wasnt familiar with anything and started to become concerned with my situation. I came after office hours, around six, but the gates were open til eight so I just drove in. In my anxiety I wrote a note explaining why I didnt check in and yet stayed the night while leaving the money for my stay with the note. As I walked to the front gate I became ever more paranoid by my surroundings due to my own guilty conscious, I became my own enemy. The walk felt like an eternity, as if I was never going to get there. I began to see little figures zip about here and there every fifty feet or so of my walk, my pace quickened. When I got there I slipped the note in hoping that there wouldnt be an issue, assuming I would be able to drive off in the morning (hoping the mud would be dry). On the way back I felt the same way, the paranoia was consistent as well as the elongated walk, at one point I ran for a bit. I began to remind myself of the rum and weed I had waiting for me, trying to convince myself everything would be alright, the money was there and they had no reason to give me any trouble. I figured anyone that saw my situation could sympathize with my reasoning. However, the trip had only began. As I returned to my site there was a pile of already burnt wood from earlier that day, Im assuming. I smelt burning wood though even though the only fire I knew of was on the other side in the RV part. I went to investigate and to my astonishment there was two pieces of burning wood. At first I was delighted cause I didnt have any fire starting materials and began looking for more wood... but all the wood, even right next to this wood, was wet. I called my buddy who had just started the same trip in FL and told him what was up. He kept it logical but I still couldnt accept that all other wood would be too wet to burn and yet these two were lit and burning. I gave up trying to put it all together and just got in my tent and smoked a bowl, took a shot of rum, then started taking notes in my moleskin. The experience was almost on par with DMT when I closed my eyes. The sounds from the distant freeway became blurred lights behind my eyelids and that ringing that you experience on DMT was very much there during this trip. It deafened me and I found bliss. I couldnt feel my body, but maybe that wasnt it, the sensation was very odd. Ive done morning glory a large number of times but I always ate them rather than extract the LSA. The first time I did the heavenly blues I got vivid closed eye hallucinations, it was VERY lucid... but this was on another level. Whenever I opened my eyes though anxiety would set in, I felt very unwelcome there. I continued to take notes and eventually fell asleep. The next morning I woke up still tripping, assessed my situation, and did what I thought was best: call AAA to pull me out of the mud. When the tow truck arrived the park ranger showed up and IMMEDIATELY accused me of being suspicious. I was blown away, here I am, feeling as harmless as can be and she thinks Im up to no good. I didnt know what to tell her other than I didnt want any trouble. Her and the tow truck guy ended up pulling me out and after I stopped at the bath house I was on my way... until another wildlife officer pulled straight in front of me as I was leaving the park. He started off by saying "youre not in trouble, we just want to ask you some questions." I got out and told him exactly what happened but he insisted on me being suspicious and asked if he could search my truck. I said no and continued to say no every time he asked. I thought I was just dreaming or something, these people were so hostel toward me over nothing. There was nothing I did that I believed would convey this. After they checked the box, saw I left the note I mentioned as well as the money, they continued to accuse me and question me. Im just passing through, didnt want any trouble and didnt bring any trouble: I was by myself. Eventually he called in an investigator, who came, total fuckin cock hole, then another wildlife guy who just stood there, then what did me in: the fellow with the hound. The dog signaled that there was marijuana in the truck and the search began. The guy who first stopped me asked repeatedly if there was any drugs and of course I said no, theres no winning with those people. They found my 2g that I had brought for the drive and cuffed me on possession of less than an oz. and brought me in. I couldnt make sense of any of it, there were still black figures racing across my peripherals, walls seemed to vibrate a bit when I stared, lights would dim and become bright again, and I was stuck in the cell I defined as "this body". The trip lasted til about when I was being driven to the county detention center where it took probably 10 more hours for me to completely come off it. I was very lucid til the next morning in the holding cell. It wasnt so bad once I claimed a cot, I just laid back and enjoyed the rest of the trip. I had no real concern of being in jail other than how worried my parents must be, but it wasnt til 20hrs after I was arrested that I got to call my dad. I was sober by then and accepted the reality of it all which had only been a dream until then. I thought taking a trip in an unfamiliar place would be a good experience, its something I really wanted to do and looked forward to. I plan to do it again soon, but not until I get to a place where everything isnt so hostel. Im free and clear now but that is something I never thought I would ever have to experience. Needless to say, I hope Mississippi burns. If you live there: get out. If you havent been: never go. Other than that, I learned more than I was prepared for, but perhaps that is the purpose of being a psychonaut
Well I am impressed by the effects the LSA produced, it seems like a fairly powerful trip. That is terrible with what happened in the morning though.
They probably have some Pay camp there and peoples shit has been getting stolen... This is probably why they stopped you..
i've done lsa couple times, and i think they could tell you were on something. definately the tow truck dudes could. also remember your in the deep south, what do you look like? you got dreads or anything like that?
Hope nothing like this happens on my trip to BC. I guess you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time man,
I'm clean cut with short hair and can control myself, I didn't express any anxiety or signs of nervousness. LSA isn't like LSD, its smooth and easy to control yourself unless you let yourself down a slippery slope (like I did that night). I wasn't tripping too hard in the morning and I'm sure most people in that situation would've been a bit more uneasy unless they were experienced. what was funny though is they found my LSA, which had been brewing in a vitamin bottle. when asked what it was I told them it was a tea additive, they asked if I would drink the whole thing and I was like "nnooo", would've tripped hard pretty much the whole time. it was an experience for sure that I supppse I had coming in being so reckless. LSA is definitely one of my favorite trips, very personal but with some alcohol can become more edgy and social.
