Hmmm…you go several hundred miles. You try to “get away from it all”. Then what do you do?
Well, if you’re like me – completely submerged in the world of craft beer – you forget that you came up here for a change, and you do what you would be doing if you were back home: you go to a beer festival.
I took a few friends down to one of the surrounding “cities” (ahem) in order to expose them to something better than the limited selection we have at the store. They were all excited, they were all happy to go. Me, I was actually trembling with excitement.
As soon as we walked through the gates, what did I do? I saw the booth for “my” home brewery and I headed straight there. I heard these little voices in the background, calling out for me “wait up” and “slow down” but I still don’t know what the hell they were talking about: I wasn’t walking fast, they were just slower than shit!
That first damned beer from “home” went down far too easy. And the second.
Then I had to pace myself – my friends had caught up by then, and I had to lead them around the festival! As much as I love living up here in Yellowstone, it was freaking Heaven to be back in my natural element.
A porter here…a lager there…a chile beer over that way…. There was even a couple of breweries I had never tried before! That, sadly, is a rare thing nowadays…and you have no idea how much I miss that kid-on-Christmas-morning feeling of trying a new brewery for the first time.
Wait, writing? Work? The stuff I’m supposed to be doing? What the hell are you talking about? I have me a growler of the good stuff from home, the rest of the universe can damn well wait.
Okay, okay…I did grab a couple pictures. No, literally, just a couple: I had beer to drink, dammit! And, yes, I know they are crappy pictures. Once again: there was beer demanding consumption.
My “home” brewery, all the way up here in Cody, WY at the Yellowstone Beerfest:
A couple of my friends from up here…the other five are back in line waiting (im)patiently while these two got their drinks already: