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Seven Days in December*

Posted in Rancid Recollections with tags , , , , , , , on January 6, 2012 by A lo Hawk

Friday After turning in my grades and loading up the 4wd Pathfinder with snowboard, camping gear and a case of mead from the Meadery of the Rockies; I began a midwest road trip to Kansas and Texas. First stop (after a tasty breakfast burrito in Gunnison) was Monarch ski area where I made my first runs of the season on thin snow.

Back in the car, I drove the rest of the day to a rest stop at the CO/KS border. On a cold, clear evening I pitched my tent in the grass. Moments later a cattletruck (empty, luckily) pulled into the parking area and sat idling the rest of the night only yards from my restless head.

Saturday  With the temperature in the upper teens, I struggled out of my warm cocoon and fumbled to get my camp stove to boil water for some Starbucks Via coffee. Then I warmed up the Pathfinder for the drive across Kansas to my birthplace in Ft Scott.

There I met up with my dad, aunt and cousins. We planned to attend a birthday party the next day for my grandmother who turned 100 years old. I broke out some of the sweet mead during dinner. Even the teetotalers in the family tried it.

Sunday After a big family breakfast, my brother showed up from California. We all headed to the adult care facility in Nevada, Missouri for the party where we met another aunt, uncle, and more cousins. Dad played his antique mandolin and we sang Christmas carols before eating bland white cake and drinking warm cider. It was the biggest family reunion in years and I saw some family members for the first time in decades. Most of us went back to Ft Scott for a big dinner. I sat with my cousins in the living room at a fold-up table and we drank rasberry mead.

Monday With all of the good-byes fading in my ears, I headed south to Texas. It was a smooth drive until I hit Houston rush-hour traffic in the rain.  Hours later I arrived at the home of my old college friend, the Rogue Botanist, in Angleton (or Dungpileton as he calls it). We ate a late TexMex dinner and he showed me his elaborate grow operation.

Tuesday Following breakfast at a nearby diner, R.B. gave me a nice parting gift of weed and Adderall to get me through the rest of the road trip.

A short drive to Edna took me to my mom’s place for a quick overnight stay. She loaded me up with Greg’s awesome brisket and her holiday sweets. We drank fruity mead and I drifted into a food coma. Later, I tried Angry Birds for the first time on her new tablet device.

Wednesday I drove to Austin where I had lunch at fabulous Hula Hut restaurant with another college friend and his family. We went back to his lavishly landscaped home and drank the delightful chocolate flavored mead.  In the evening, I cruised out to another friend’s house in Dripping Springs. We all drank the remaining bottles of mead and smoked weed. After this lubricating appetizer, we had a satisfying TexMex dinner at a new Trudy’s restaurant.

Thursday Today I began a 24 hour odyssey to return home to Grand Junction. I hit icy roads from a recent blizzard in Lubbock and I never got over 50 mph for the entire drive to Montrose, CO. This slow, all-night  journey was aggressively fueled by a revolving cocktail of Adderall, caffeine and weed.

*Sequel to “My First Illicit Prescription Drug”

My First Illicit Prescription Drug

Posted in My Narcissisms with tags on February 1, 2011 by A lo Hawk

Thursday 07:00 I load the 4wd vehicle for a long car trip across Colorado and Kansas for my grandmother’s 99th birthday. I plan to stay with my aunt and surprise my father by showing up unannounced at the party.

Thursday 21:30 The morning culminates with a safe crossing of the continental divide at Monarch Pass. I follow the Arkansas River past bighorn sheep and continue out of the mountains into the plains towards odoriferous and navigationally perplexing Dodge City. In the evening, I cruise through a series of festively lit small towns.  After 14 hours in the car, I stop at a picnic area near El Dorado, KS and pitch my tent.

Friday 09:00 I awaken to a cold but clear morning and drive toward a filtered sunrise. I arrive at my aunt’s house in Ft Scott as she begins her at-home day care of half a dozen rambunctious 3-5 year olds. I am automatically recruited as her assistant and barely survive the exhausting eight hour ordeal.

Saturday 13:00 My aunt, uncle and I drive across the state line to the senior care center in Nevada, Missouri. The old building with the Metropolis architecture used to be the insane asylum where my uncle worked as a young man.

As we pull into the parking lot, we see my dad arriving behind us. I quickly hide behind a brick wall and wait until he walks up to spring out and surprise him. His shocked expression is priceless.

All of us carry our party supplies to the solarium where my grandmother is expecting us. An additional aunt, uncle and cousin arrive. We have white cake and juice as we watch grandmother open dozens of birthday cards. Dad pulls out his autoharp and we make an embarrassing attempt to sing Christmas carols.

Sunday 16:00 After a bittersweet family farewell, I haul ass south through Kansas and Oklahoma to Sherman, Tx where I meet my friend Thomas for a TexMex lunch. We catch up and talk hydroponics.

Before going our separate ways, Thomas hands me a cardboard box containing an ounce of his latest harvest. He also recommends an Adderall for the long drive home and pops one out of an orange prescription bottle. I bite it in half as I drive into a blazing red sunset.

Sunday 20:45 I stop in Amarillo for a potent cocktail of caffeine, mary jane and Adderall.

Sunday 22:00 In Dalhart, I get a high octane injection of gasoline and caffeinated energy drinks to boost me across the state line. My head feels like a hot, prickly balloon.

Monday 00:15 Before turning north on Interstate 25 at Raton, N.M., I pull into a vacant cul-de-sac for a midnight toke to smooth out the next few hours of highway hypnosis.

Monday 03:15 On an unseasonably warm evening, I finally wind down and crash at an empty campground along the Arkansas River.

Monday 08:30 I find a quiet bakery in Salida, CO where I learn that Monarch Pass will not open until 10 am. After a leisurely breakfast burrito and cinammon bun, I park at a nearby picnic area where I build up a solid buzz that carries me along the slow-moving parade up the pass and down the western slope to the grand junction of the Colorado and Gunnison rivers.