A few years ago my wife and I went to big sur. On the way up highway 1 a major landslide shut the both lanes down and we were diverted east into the hills for a detour. We lost all reception and ended up getting lost in some place called king city.
After getting some shifty glances and faulty directions from the locals we somehow ended up at the entrance of a military base called fort hunter-ligget, which was in the mountains in the middle of nowhere. We had lost hours of time and it was getting dark.
The guards at the gate seemed pissed we were there. They told us, "you need to drive straight down that road as fast as you safely can. They darker it gets the worse."
I drove as fast as I could, not quite sure why we were warned. The road turned dirt and suddenly it was a single lane logging road I. The mountains above big sur. No guard rails and the steepest furthest drops I've ever seen in my life. By this time it was dark and learned what the term "white knuckle" means. We finally descended onto highway one were literally cheering that we didn't die.
That night we went to a small local bar right next to our hotel. We drank and made friends with some hippie type couple and talked with them for awhile. I smoked them out and they asked if they could put something special on top. I figured it was hash so I said OK.
we start smoking it and the guy goes, "we grow the poppies ourselves near our shack".
Oh. We were smoking opium.
They asked if we wanted to come back to their shack and do "couples stuff". I don't think I've ever seen my wife so freaked out.
We somehow avoided that situation and went to the hotel and passed out. We woke up the next NIGHT and could still not get out of bed. The following morning we booked another night at the hotel because we still were fucked up from whatever the fuck the hippie swinger shack dwellers put in the weed.
To this day I still wonder what we smoked.
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There's the fucked up road I drive in the dark. Lol
