Went up to Saranac Lake to stay at a friends lake cottage and we went into town and drank a bunch of Super @ a place all the kids called the "foundation". I thought the Foundation was some kind of youth group. Turned out it was the ruins of someplace in the woods where all the local kids went to get schnockered. We were so drunk we walked the 2 1/2 miles back to the lake cottage in a pitch black moonless night falling down every 30 yards or so. We decided we would stash the left over beer in the woods on the side of the road not far from a place called the Watchtung Archers Club. We paced off into the woods.. 1, 2, 3, etc. at about 15 we went careening down into a ravine that we didn't see. We woke up the next morning with bug bites and bruises all over our bodies. It was great being 18 years old in upstate NY in 1974.