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"DADDY"
I was camping in Santa Cruz and got pretty hammered.
Actually this wasn't far from Santa Cruz. Can't remember what that forested section is called above SC. That's where it was probably around '92 or '93.
I was camping in Santa Cruz and got pretty hammered.
Actually this wasn't far from Santa Cruz. Can't remember what that forested section is called above SC. That's where it was probably around '92 or '93.
Coming from the East, altitude can have a serious effect on sleep quality.
When I first moved out here from Tennessee I didn't have any troubles with sleeping. It's an individual thing, not something you can blame on being from a different region. I just think getting doped up on a cocktail of sleep aids is a recipe for disaster.
I eat Magnesium to help me sleep and on day 4 of a week long trip I was awakened by low growls and heavy breathing. We were camped next to a little creek in the eastern Sierras at about 10,800'. I was way groggy and could not find my flashlight or bear spray but did have my .44 magnum. Then it hit the tent and as the wall pushed in on top of me I fired 3 rounds point blank thru the tent. I remember seeing the flash and watching the powder burn the wall of the tent, smoldering like a cigarette. The ringing in my ears was all I could sense. I was dazed and just sat there for several seconds...then started looking for my flashlight again...holding my S&W 329PD the entire time. I finally located my light and unzipped the SS2 Tarptent. I got out on the opposite side from where the tent had collapsed. There, laying dead next to the tent was my buddy Gary with two bullet holes in the center of his chest. He must have been pranking me, I thought. I am thinking, "This can't be! This isn't happening!!" Then I woke up and heard Gary snoring away in the next tent. it was an upsetting dream...never took Gary for granted again after that. Thought I'd shot him dead.