We had been tripping for a couple of hours and ever since side two of Revolver, the visuals had ceased and I could tell that the amazing body-buzz I had would soon fade away too. Why? Well, because there is a time line to such fun but also because we had run out of pot.
Anyone that has taken LSD knows how vital pot is to sustaining its effects.
We were camping on the Potowatamy Trail, heralded by mountain bikers worldwide as one of the most technical trails out there. We were off the trail a bit, at the lip of Crooked Lake and all night long I could summon the lakes waters to me and I could speak to the trees and have them speak back, it was an amazing trip.
But the trip was coming to an end and I felt as though I were drifting back towards normalcy. We sat around the fire pining for some marijuana -It really can revitalize a trip. We had planned for everything, but we didn't realize how much we would smoke....
Just as we were all saying how we would do anything for some pot we saw a light bouncing down the dark trail. It was well within the late hours, passed midnight. The light bounced closer and closer to our campfire. Eventually we realized it was a headlamp worn by a mountain biker. He rode right up to our campfire and said five magic words:
want to smoke a joint?
He joined us for maybe ten minutes and smoked a huge spliff with us all. He wished us well and then as soon as he arrived, he was gone.
That night and ever since we have always referred to him as The Midnight Rider and to this day I cannot hear that song and not think of that awesome moment when some random stranger gave me another hour of one of the best trips I've ever, or will ever have.
