I dropped out of high school in 1972, my junior year. Still living at home. When I turned 18 a few months later my Mom suggested that I needed to find a place to live and a job. No more gravy train. Anyhow I found a place from the want ads and got a job working graveyard shift at a nearby fast food place.
I started taking art classes at my local community college.
I would hang out with the art and drama crowd we yakked and smoked weed and would go for short Road trips for fun and frolic.
One guy, Alan and I hit it off well. We decided to drop LSD and go for a hike up in Briones park. It had rained hard a couple of days before and the trails were kinda muddy, there was no one else out there. A very warm spring day.
Working our way up a particularly steep bit of trail he was ahead and slipped and slid down into me and we both slid down into this little swale which had a big puddle in it, Called a vernal pool. The pool was full of pollywogs, and little green tree frogs. On the warm day it was partially shaded by a big coastal oak tree. We were soaked and covered with mud. We didn’t care ! We were communing with the frogs and tadpoles. I took off my mud coated shirt and rinsed as best I could and tossed it up on the bank in the sun to dry. He followed suit taking off his pants too. Soon we were both naked very high from the LSD and enjoying the cool water and each others company and the frogs.
The bottom of the pond was very fine mud.