Trabuco Cabin
An Acid Trip The drug references will fade quickly and the discovery of Trabuco Canyon will commence. An amazing place founded 150 years ago was a keen and very nice part of our family. Really, I am saying goodbye to an old friend. Trabuco Canyon is a step back in time that was needed by our family to leave the fast-paced-Society of the early 1980s.
We did have computers back then. A Kaypro with orange screen that mom used for databasing art and clients. I used it to play word games.
Trabuco Canyon, California is off of El Toro Road in Orange County. The drive from Palos Verdes was an hour to the six mile river-bed road that led to the group of off-the-grid cabins.
The third building in was the red Holy Jim Volunteer Firehouse, a place of community events and great import during fires. Being a member of the Holy Jim Volunteer Fire Department was an honor and we got some training to boot.
The best vehicle to reach our cabin was a 4x4 truck, but once we went in Dad's gold Cadillac with lumber strapped to the top. The scrapes and bruises to that old beauty can be heard while I type away. Our red GMC long-bed pickup was our standard vehicle.
It's bench seat would fit four and five when needed. Often we would ride in the back, but Dad really did not like us in the bed of pickups. Once during a big rain on the way home from Trabuco Canyon the windshield wipers failed. So, dad tied a rope and mom and Aunt Vivian would pull the rope to run the wipers. It was classic and a fond memory.
Please enjoy Trabuco Canyon and go and hike her peaks.
Thank you,
Mayumi Takadanobaba - August 8, 2018.
October 5, 1982 right after "High" school our tribe met at Matt's place. The hillside home was home to a brood of a thousand kids.
Matt's room was in the front with the street access window. Our team came in and out of the window and skipped mom all together.
The carpet was brown but probably started off as an off white color. The couch was even a darker brown and would envelope you. The curtains hung like they were bored but would become a key player soon.
Orange Sunshine barrels are a sight to see as Matt thru one each on the center of the floor. 11 of us each picked up and spoke to the barrel. The LSD old timers had a shit-eating grin as in the room as me and a few other first timers looked frightened.
At Rolling Hills High School 1982 was a year of snow and the overwhelming presence of altered states on campus. . Pot was a simple choice. Easy to get and fun to smoke.
LSD and the acid trippers were really on a whole different level than the average stoner.
I was against LSD and told my friends to stop. The warp of reality was growing in the group and the conversations were Burroughs. Mike would simply say, "Mayumi shut up, you've never tried it."
Well, that is certainly true. I was a fan of life and pot was no threat to that. Get high and eat licorice plants to stem the smell. We always smelled like a movie theatre.
I was there on that couch. It was a Friday and my folks had already left for our Trabuco Canyon cabin. I fumbled my Orange Sunshine and actually broke it in half to lesson the impact.
I ate half a barrel of Orange Sunshine.
To say that Matt was climbing off the walls was and is an understatement. Matt knew what was coming but the neophytes did not.
The colors were noticed first. Even the dirt brown carpet started to actually look good. Heck it looked cool!.
Matt was staring at me and time stopped. All sounds stopped and everyone was gone. I slowly reached out my hand and extended my arm.
I caught my chin as it was floating away and slowly, sternly, pulled it back into place on my face.
