My absolute best shroom trip was when me and a buddy of mine split an 1/8 while backpacking near Lake Tahoe. We had spent the night up on the top of one of the peaks and decided to have mushies for breakfast. I remember being a bit nervous, worried that I'd walk off a cliff or something but my friend said no way, I'd be one with nature, like a mnt goat or something.

Anyhow, we ate our shroom breakfast and started down the mountain, after a bit we came to this little lake which had frozen over during the night. By now we were shrooming pretty hard and one us us happened to break off a piece of ice from the side and gently toss it onto the lake. Well, I guess there is like no friction between two peices of ice cause with that little toss the small piece shot way acrross the lake. Well, you know how something like that can be.... fuck , we must have spent an hour just sitting there with perma-grin and shooting little pieces of ice across the frozen lake. After that we just sat around watching the clouds and listening to nature. It was pretty late in the year so there wasn't anyone around and we were still above treeline so everything was just fucking beautiful. Damn, I've shroomed far more times than I can count and this was the best ever. Some times its just trippy and weird, sometimes a bit too weird and not too cool, but this time was just beautiful. Total euphoria.