DOSE:

20 mg

2C-B

BODY WEIGHT:

150 lb

First trip report! Yesterday I had an incredible day out in nature on a 20mg dose of 2C-B, and thought I'd share it here. I will say off the bat that I'm feeling very spacey today. I expect it to clear up by tomorrow with some good food and sleep. Note: This report might seem more like a recording of what I did that afternoon, but it's actually inextricable from the effects of the drug. The high (though that's the wrong word because I didn't feel high) consisted of an enhanced perceptual flow, and enhanced presentness in my body and immediate locality. All my thoughts revolved around the place, my experience, my body, the interactions between them.

Me and four friends were driving out to some beautiful waterfalls, and I dropped my gelcap around 1345, shortly before we arrived at the trailhead (no one else took 2C-B, though B, a pretty blonde girl, took some chocolate mushrooms later). The way this area is set up, there's a large waterfall which can be viewed from a suspension bridge - very accessible, very busy with families and tourists. Our destination was further up the river, where there are big rocks you can jump off into deep pools of clear, cold water. As we made our way through the parking lot to stop at the suspension bridge, I could feel it starting to take effect - my visual field broadening, details like individual leaves on trees standing out, a feeling of mirth. Just something.

After that, we walked a short way up a road, then through some trees down to the riverbed. It was full of large smooth rocks, with the water flowing down around them, forming pools and cascades. It was steep in bits, and we would have to scramble up over rocks, leap from one to the other, balance across fallen logs. The air was suffused with the rushing noise of the river. It was very hot that day, so when we got to some fairly deep pools, we stopped for a swim. At this point, the effects were increasing, manifesting as an intense engagement with what was I doing physically, and an enhanced perceptual accuity. I was feeling very agile, climbing and leaping barefoot, pleasantly feeling my feet gripping the rocks. I reflected on the fact that I'd been exercising a lot recently, and took a moment to feel grateful towards myself, since I could interact with this natural environment so well. My wet swim trunks felt like a minor hindrance, and I felt that I would be a nudist in the future.

At length we made it up to a large waterfall, which flowed off a huge rock into a deep pool at the centre of an amphitheatre-like space. The rock had been shaped by the river in such a way that you could climb up onto it, sit down, and slide off, falling about ten feet into the water, without touching the bottom. We laid down some beach blankets on another rock overlooking the pool - which you could also jump off - and settled in a bit, laying in the sun, jumping and sliding off rocks, relaxing. It was fantastic. This may have been between T+1:00 and T+1:30 - I wasn't keeping track at all.

I'm convinced that being out in nature, nothing manmade, no clocks or computers or phones - that it determined to a large extent how the drug affected me. It hardly felt like I was on anything at all. There was no body load - I just felt more in touch with every part of my body, in a good way. I'd characterise the feeling as 'transparent'. The psychedelic effects were incredibly subtle, yet unmistakeable. I don't want to allow the impression that I wasn't feeling the drug's full effect. If I took some time to kind of meditate and gaze at something, its subtle colour variations would form patterns and structures, but this took some concentration.

The most distinct visual distortion I had involved lying on a huge warm rock and gazing up at a very long, wispy cloud that was floating across the sky. It wasn't too high up, and I could almost perceive its three-dimensional structure as it slowly billowed and turned in on itself. I saw faint rainbow-hued geometric shapes form in it. It looked like it was made of faint wings slowly swaying across the sky. It was actually sublime.

After that I decided to explore up the river some more - from the slide-rock, I'd had some tantalising looks up to yet more waterfalls and pools. So I stood up and set out alone into the steeper, rockier, shadier section of the river upstream of our large pool. This area was different. The gorge turned a bit, so there was less sun, more moss, more living matter in general. This area provoked some more psychedelic inward thoughts - specifically I felt a close, intuitive grasp of the distinction we make between things and processes, and the extent to which it's meaninful (or not). The gorge itself, in which I found myself, seemed evidently to manifest this; a perfect 3-d model of this geological feature would tell you nothing about its origin, but an understanding of the process that gave rise to it - the river slowly carving through rock - could let you (in principle) model the gorge at any point in time. Everything seemed one, a manifestation of natural processes. Even me.

I picked up a smooth, eroded piece of wood and imagined the tree it was once part of. As I inched up a narrow ledge ten feet above a deep pool, I accidentally pulled a small tuft of long grass from a crack between two rocks and immediately reflected that it probably took years for enough organic matter to accumulate and decompose there for the grass to grow in - also for the seeds to find their way to that narrow place. I felt a great awareness of everything around me. This, coupled with the solitude and less-pleasant physical environment (cooler, more dirt), affected my mind-state a bit. After I plunged off that ledge, my friend J caught up with me, which turned out to be a good thing. I found him to be a grounding presence who, just having so much fun, helped me have fun too. And what fun we had!

We intrepidly made our way further up the river. It got more challenging to climb, and the walls of the gorge got steeper. This meant that we had to carefully plot our course, being mindful of fall hazards, slippery patches of rocks, and where we could and couldn't crawl out of the water. It got pretty tricky! We found expansive smooth terraces of smooth stone, rushing waterfalls, and yet more deep pools.

There were a few instances were I was scared - at one point I dropped onto a rock and my feet slipped out from under me, causing me to fall on my hip and knee (which is still stiff today). At another time, I had to inch along a ledge as far as possible, then step backwards, turning, onto another rock. Feeling a thin layer of water and grime reducing the traction of my feet. Kind of a leap of faith. I only could make it thanks to J's help. This was a bit humbling, which was good - until that point I'd been feeling totally masterful of my body and its interaction with the environment. Seeing J negotiating the terrain with his longer limbs (he's about six foot four) gave me a bit of a reality check. At length we made it to a spot beyond which we couldn't see a safe route, and reluctantly turned back.

Then I had pretty much the most fun I've ever had. Descending the gorge afforded us opportunities to leap off rocks into the pools, swimming in the cold water, sliding in the current along smooth expanses of the rock (like a water-slide). I had several moments of hilarity watching J do such things as try to crawl on his belly out of the water where it was slippery or trying to use a rope to climb up a waterfall, getting blasted in the face with water. Making noises of distress and duress. When we got back, there were more people gathered around the waterfall space - some teenagers sliding off the rock with go-pro's, some guys smoking weed. Two of our group mounted their own expedition upstream. At this point the effects were beginning to taper off. It was only 1720 at that point, meaning the 2C-B was wearing off at between T+3:00 and T+3:30. Which seems short to me! But there you have it. My metabolism was probably running pretty hot with all that climbing, swimming, leaping, and also keeping my body temperature stable in the cold water.

We started to make our way back, and at this point I was feeling a tired, with a stiff knee from the fall. Still feeling really good, but with most of the effects fading into a spacey afterglow. I remember really enjoying our one friend's speaker (in her backpack) projecting the new Tame Impala album into the river's white noise. That was pretty much it. The experience was incredibly self-contained and of short duration.

I don't know when I'll do 2C-B again, though I have a bunch of it. The last time I had a large amount was 2 years ago, and I would say I abused it at that time, just doing bumps in the afternoon if I had nothing better to do, several times a week. This experience was so matchless, so clear and unfettered, that I don't feel like I want to do it in a city environment again. I feel like I know how good it can be now, and for me it rivals LSD in terms of an experiential enhancer. It really taught me how good, how freeing, a psychedelic experience can be when you're in good shape, in a good place, detached from your quotidian concerns.

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 106808
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 26
Published: Mar 21, 2020	Views: 842
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