I am getting married in October to a wonderfully patient and loving woman who agreed to marry me despite the fact that I spend most of my time jetting all over hell and creation drinking beer and then coming home only to stink up our small apartment with the smell of mashing barley and fermenting wort. (Obviously I'm using her opinion of the smell here. I, on the other hand love it If they made a scented candle called 'IPA brewpot', I would buy all of them In fact, someone should make a candle like that. There you go, there's a million dollar idea from me to you.)
My friends and I decided to mark my transition to married life in a different way. Instead of the usual tradition that requires gallons of alcohol, a superfluity of strippers (the official group name, by the way and if it isn't it should be), a few illegal drugs and a donkey, my friends and I decided to hop into the car and set out on the Proud Highway on the Great Northwest Berwery tour.
Basically what I am trying to say is that there was a lot of beer, and a lot of drinking of beer. My normal format would not only double the size of this blog, but probably drive me absolutely mad the process. The whole trip was kind of a blur while it was happening and I found myself torn between the desire to interact with my friends and enjoy myself and my need to document the experience for posterity, so I some of the details are missing or lost in the haze of the whole experience. So what I have done instead is kind of a highlights reel of the whole experience. City by city, day by day this is what happened.
Bend, Oregon:
It was once a rather quaint little logging town nestled at the base of the Cascade mountains. Today it's a quaintess-based economy where displaced Portlanders, Seattleites and L.A. - type-humanoids gather to hike up mountains, and then barrel down those mountains balls-first on a bike, a pair of skis, a snowboard, a raft or some combination of the thereof. After those activities, people like a beer to help sooth their battered egos, strained muscles and bruised genitalia. Add to that equasion the Oregonian love of all things fermented and you've got one hell of a micro-brew culture.
Silver Moon Taster |
Sweet Potato Fries and Tasters at Deschutes |
Bend Brewing was next. There was a clear stand-out here, the Elk Lake IPA with it's wonderful pine aroma and flavor, it just tastes like the air smells in this area of Oregon. The Scottish heart was a close second with it's sweet dark fruit and red wine flavors that make for a wonderful Scotch ale.
10 Barrel is Bend's newest location for some local color. The S1nistor Black Ale was nice, it was surprisingly light but it had lots of sweet caramel, coffee and mocha flavors going for it. The Imperial Pray For Snow had some nice complex Belgian flavors to it. I picked up some champagne, strawberry and white wine flavors. It finished just slightly bitter with a fizzy mouthfeel.
Goodlife brewing company is a brewery that in every way celebrates the 'outdoor lifestyle' of this town. (i.e. barreling ball-first down a mountain as discussed earlier). The Good And Worthy deserves some note because it was one of the few Belgian wheat beers we encountered. Far from the 'weak-ass lemonade' flavor as described by both of my friends Garrett and Gary, this one had lost of bannana, tropical fruit, clove and citrus peel and/or corriander spice. The Indian Brown Ale was noteworthy with a sweet coffee, caramel flavor backed with some English hops. Not as strong as and IPA should be, in my opinion, but pretty good.
Finally, we come to Cascade Lakes. I was a fan of the River Red. It had a sweet, caramel and red wine aroma and a herbal hoppy, caramel and light fruit flavor. The 30" was a close second with lots of raisen and dark fruit and malty flavors that finished just slightly bitter.
Brewery count: 6
Beer count: 50
And.... that was a nice warm-up. Next it's on to Corvallis and then Portland and Seattle.
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