Think this is my first trip report here.
Mushies have been imparting some important bits of wisdom my way over the last year- One of the most elementary, practical and life changing is just how important water is- from the perspective of hydration
Hydration is Salvation! frequently says by a foaf
Most of us are terribly dehydrated all of the time- and we've come to accept this as baseline
I had this impressed upon me strongly over the winter, and began upping my water consumption considerably, with astounding effects as far as how I experience Consciousness and my body (pro tip- add salt, especially if reverse osmosis, and/or drinking large quantities)- though, like with many new habits, this slowly began tapering off and I found myself again eating when I was thirsty, and slipping back into a general state of numb-dryness.
We're 99% water fyi. Life=Flow. Stagnation=Illness.
Drink more water.
Beginning with my trip over the weekend- My friend and I ate some Mazatecs with the intention of hiking to a newfound, semi-nearby semi-remote lake.
After an hour or so of hiking, I'd managed to finish the half gallon of water that I had in my bottle, and my friends was nearly gone as well. Mushrooms really activate my amphibian-self; my h2o requirements go through the roof. Though, it's probably making me more aware of this as well. Well, the need for thirst began becoming more urgent, in part because I was needing to purge, and needing the help of water to do so-
We began hiking back-
Part of the way home, we passed a stream, and decided to follow it to the spring head- I thought about drinking from it before hand, but it was a good thing I didn't because when we did find the head, it was covered in trash.
Which was a bizarre experience- The road the spring was off of was in a remote location, and to get to the spring head required at least 10 minutes of hiking off the beaten path; So, it's not as if it was a convienient location for someone to dump their shit. Broken down plastic jugs, and rusted pieces of who knows what... What could possibly have possessed someone to hike all of that stuff to an inconvenient location just to defile the purity of a spring head?
Best conjecture in the moment was intentional fuckery from dark wizards
Made it back to friends place; beautiful meadow bursting into life from the recent thunderstorm, and after some regrouping, we decided to find the spring on the property.
This required one unsuccessful foray,( in which I got to re-establish a connection with my inner-kid, and really practice my ninja skills dancing through the woods, jumping ontop of logs- truly magical experience. )
And then a follow up, (this time with shoes and more straight line movement)
Finally we stumbled upon it- Only to find 5 or 6 dead mice floating in it. I flung them out, and throat sung at the putridness to help the water clarify itself-
And then we returned to camp, and got in his rig to drive to an actual maintained spring off the highway.
But What gives? Two poisoned springs in a day. That's some spiritual signage if I've seen any.