RangerDanger
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To me, they go hand-in-hand. To me, the Nat'l Forests of the US are for more than growing pot.
And by camping I mean backpack camping.
I've had many interesting experiences in my 35 years of guerilla growing and I'd thought I'd post one from time to time if allowed.
How Spider Cave Got It's Name.
From '67 to '79 I grew in the coastal mountains in SoCal. Then i decieded to move more inland.
I went with 2 other proto-growers to an area I had never been to before. We had no idea of the terrain or trails. I realize now all we had to do was get a trail guide free at any Forest Service station but we didn't know that at the time.
So we hike into the mountain canyon that has the most delightful steam with plenty of waterfalls where side streams empty in to the main one.
We had planned a 3-day 2 night trip.
We spent the first night on a sandbar next to the stream. The 2nd day we discovered a cave that the stream had carved out of the canyon wall over the centuries. It was more of a cavern--about 15' wide and 12' deep and 8' high.
What a perfect place to camp (we thought).
So we set-up camp in the cave. We build a rock ring, collect firewood, lay out out sleeping bags, stuff like that.
So at dusk we deciede to light the campfire and we do.
Within like 2 seconds of the smoke hitting the cavern roof we are covered with spiders.
There were thousands of spiders living in every niche and crack in the cavern walls/ceiling and they were bailing because of the smoke.
Screaming we run out of the cave, strip off our clothes and jump in the stream.
After awhile we recovered our stuff from the cavern and spent an hours shaking out our sleeping bags and emptying out out packs, and ended up sleeping outside under the stars again.
Even tho we had thought we had been thorough, on the hike out the next day a hidden spider would crawl out of out packs and crawl down our back or on our head, making for more instances of the Spider Dance.
And 2 weeks later, when we went camping again and my friend unrolled his bag, a spider crawled out.
And by camping I mean backpack camping.
I've had many interesting experiences in my 35 years of guerilla growing and I'd thought I'd post one from time to time if allowed.
How Spider Cave Got It's Name.
From '67 to '79 I grew in the coastal mountains in SoCal. Then i decieded to move more inland.
I went with 2 other proto-growers to an area I had never been to before. We had no idea of the terrain or trails. I realize now all we had to do was get a trail guide free at any Forest Service station but we didn't know that at the time.
So we hike into the mountain canyon that has the most delightful steam with plenty of waterfalls where side streams empty in to the main one.
We had planned a 3-day 2 night trip.
We spent the first night on a sandbar next to the stream. The 2nd day we discovered a cave that the stream had carved out of the canyon wall over the centuries. It was more of a cavern--about 15' wide and 12' deep and 8' high.
What a perfect place to camp (we thought).
So we set-up camp in the cave. We build a rock ring, collect firewood, lay out out sleeping bags, stuff like that.
So at dusk we deciede to light the campfire and we do.
Within like 2 seconds of the smoke hitting the cavern roof we are covered with spiders.
There were thousands of spiders living in every niche and crack in the cavern walls/ceiling and they were bailing because of the smoke.
Screaming we run out of the cave, strip off our clothes and jump in the stream.
After awhile we recovered our stuff from the cavern and spent an hours shaking out our sleeping bags and emptying out out packs, and ended up sleeping outside under the stars again.
Even tho we had thought we had been thorough, on the hike out the next day a hidden spider would crawl out of out packs and crawl down our back or on our head, making for more instances of the Spider Dance.
And 2 weeks later, when we went camping again and my friend unrolled his bag, a spider crawled out.