Another little experiment

oral MDMA and smoked DPT

Substances: DPT, MDMA

I went backpacking a while ago, to an area where there are some very primitive campsites near a beautiful, swimmable river and undeveloped hotsprings at the bottom of a steep canyon filled with redwoods. Ten miles from the nearest road too, which makes for a great group of people hanging out there usually. Everything is very clothing optional and in general everyone is very nice. A very close friend and I started walking from the road at 4 pm on friday. It got dark at about 8, and we were 2/3 of the way there. We finished the hike in the dark, but in the dark couldnt really find a campsite (you have to walk along some narrow slippery ledges 20 ft above the river to reach the sites and the hotsprings...) so we just threw down the tent among the rocks and snuggled up inside. The next morning we moved to a real campsite, and spent the morning lounging about in the hot springs and swimming in the COLD river. After this we came back to our site and ate some fruit. I had brought some pure MDMA in 105 milligram capsules, and we had planned to take it this day. We decided to do it then, at about maybe one or two in the afternoon. We went down to a sandy embankment by the river and laid about in the sun for awhile. Then my friend (lets call her "A") decided that if we were going to lie about in the sun, we might as well do it naked. So we declothed ourselves and lounged, feeling very luxurious. After a time, A got up to go use the restroom (er... use the clump of trees I should say..) I followed suit as she was returning. I passed her and we smiled at each other. Her pupils were huge. She had also gotten some water and grapes from our tent. I returned and we laid in the sun some more, cuddling and talking with hearts opened wide to each other. I always wonder while I am on MDMA why it isnt always possible to be that in touch with your emotions, that able to be open and communicative with someone you love. Every time I try to take that ability with me, and I always end up succeeding only marginally. After a long while, we got up and walked, still naked, to our tent, and laid and cuddled inside. After a while (T+4 hours or so) A started falling asleep. I was still restless and energized, so I decided to take a walk to someplace beautiful and smoke some of the DPT that I had brought along (i had been wanting to try this combination the right way... oral MDMA, smoked DPT, and a good environment) A said okay have fun and promptly fell asleep. I gathered up lighter, powder, and glass pipe and hiked down the river. After about 20 minutes of hiking and thrashing through bushes, up and down steep hills which in retrospect I really had no business walking around on due to the erosion I was causing, I finally found a great rock shelf by a large placid pool in the river, elevated about six inches above the water. I could see the reflections of the trees and the sun catching the treetops and the cloudless sky in the slighlty rippling water. Perfect, I thought. And Im all alone. Then I noticed the tent directly across the river from me. Shit! How did those people get there? I thought... So I gave up, not wanting to thrash any further, and went back to our tent. A awoke just as I was taking the first hit. I had loaded 75 mg and I think I got most of it in the first hit, for as I exhaled I filled our tent with foul smelling smoke. I offered the pipe to A, already feeling the rush. She shrugged and took it. I held the lighter for her and administered to her two small hits before the material in the pipe became hopelessly burned due to my shaky lighter-holding hand. I was coming up too fast to help her freebase correctly. She stepped out of the tent to use the restroom, still naked. I laid down with my head sticking out of the tent and stared up at the trees, and listened to the sounds of the river in the background. At no point did I feel the urge to close my eyes and leave my body. (Note: this was the DPT from the less expensive, generally more professional web research-chemical supplier. no names mentioned, of course. i have found the dpt from the more expensive, less approved of supplier to be cleaner looking (white powder as opposed to pinkish) and stronger when smoked) Smoking the DPT in this way did not effect the now much-mellowed body high of the MDMA. I felt like I was on MDMA, only my mind and eyes knew I was on DPT. I moved out of the tent and laid down again outside. A returned and sat in the tent drinking water from the tube of a camelbak. Her eyes were WIDE open, and I got the impression that the expression on her face as she looked about was the same that a small child would have, when confronted with the absolutely beautiful terrain that surrounded us. Unfortunately (?) she did not get nearly the effect I did, and after a while (forty minutes or so?) returned to her nap. I proceeded to walk around and gather firewood as the DPT gradually faded, fueled by the restlessness of the comedowns of both drugs. It was fun to pick sticks out of the patterns in which they were lying on the ground. It got dark as I did this. I built a fire and cooked dinner in the dark, and eventually A awoke. We ate by the fire and sat for a while just existing, taking exquisite satisfaction in the warmth of the fire, the sound of the river and the trees. Eventually, sleep called to us and we retired.

The old man had finished his shoe at this point, and now got up and after gesticulating wildly for several minutes, stalked off towards the nearest vacuum-cleaner repair store.