beefalo bill
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It did mine. Back in the 90's, a couple friends and I traveled a few hours to a touristy town. One of the guy's had an uncle with a trailer and some land nearby, where we planned to stay.
Traveling on mostly back-roads, we did as youngsters do, and were in fine shape by the time we reached the tourist trap. Instead of heading straight to camp, we decided to hit the uptown area where all the bars and parties usually happened.
While bopping in and out of shops, the weather turned, and tornado sirens started blaring. We heard a radio program get interrupted for the storm alert, stating that a funnel cloud had been spotted in a nearby area.
Not knowing the area all that well, I asked the guy running the store how far away that is. He said we could stay inside the store, or leave now, because he was boarding up, and that twister could be less than mile away, or 10 miles away.
Not wanting to hang out with some stranger in his store while just shy of drooling-ly stoned, we bolted and tried to figure out what we were going to do. I had lost all motivation for setting up a camp, so I talked my buddies into going together on getting a hotel room.
We pretty much baked ourselves to sleep shortly thereafter, woke up the next day, and went on with plans for the weekend.
A week later, my buddy finds out that his uncle's place had been hit by the tornado, (the only place that tornado touched down) and though his trailer and barn were largely unharmed, the ring of trees where the bonfire pit and tents were normally put was completely demolished.
We went back up a few weeks later to start chopping down what was left of the trees for fire wood. There were seven MASSIVE trees, all completely uprooted, leaving a giant crater some 10-15 feet deep underneath the twisted mass of trees. It was such a mess, his uncle ended up calling a service to come and chop up all the wood.
There's no was we would've survived that, had we went straight to camp to set up. That's how being a stoner saved my life...that time.
Traveling on mostly back-roads, we did as youngsters do, and were in fine shape by the time we reached the tourist trap. Instead of heading straight to camp, we decided to hit the uptown area where all the bars and parties usually happened.
While bopping in and out of shops, the weather turned, and tornado sirens started blaring. We heard a radio program get interrupted for the storm alert, stating that a funnel cloud had been spotted in a nearby area.
Not knowing the area all that well, I asked the guy running the store how far away that is. He said we could stay inside the store, or leave now, because he was boarding up, and that twister could be less than mile away, or 10 miles away.
Not wanting to hang out with some stranger in his store while just shy of drooling-ly stoned, we bolted and tried to figure out what we were going to do. I had lost all motivation for setting up a camp, so I talked my buddies into going together on getting a hotel room.
We pretty much baked ourselves to sleep shortly thereafter, woke up the next day, and went on with plans for the weekend.
A week later, my buddy finds out that his uncle's place had been hit by the tornado, (the only place that tornado touched down) and though his trailer and barn were largely unharmed, the ring of trees where the bonfire pit and tents were normally put was completely demolished.
We went back up a few weeks later to start chopping down what was left of the trees for fire wood. There were seven MASSIVE trees, all completely uprooted, leaving a giant crater some 10-15 feet deep underneath the twisted mass of trees. It was such a mess, his uncle ended up calling a service to come and chop up all the wood.
There's no was we would've survived that, had we went straight to camp to set up. That's how being a stoner saved my life...that time.