field report, #1013
greetings from salt lake city. one of the hazards of flying delta is frequent layovers at this blandest of airports. i’ve still got a couple hours left to kill. so, about the weekend…
i woke up this morning to 6+” of snow, in breckenridge, colorado. the place is already gorgeous, mind you, but it was still a great surprise. of course, this meant the trip up 70 back to denver was lengthy and perilous; i had only 40 minutes before my flight. yesterday, we hiked, the better to bolster our already formidable thirst for beer. this is where i should mention that breckenridge is at an elevation of 9,600ft. yeah, so that was cool.
we visited better than half a dozen brewpubs, most with friendly people and yummy beer. oddly, it took us until yesterday to find an oktoberfest we really liked. the strangest, by a long shot, was the one in central city, an old abandoned mining town that was redeveloped into a casino, and then, near as i can tell, re-abandoned. i’ll probably write some of them up on yelp at some point.
red sox fans are freaking everywhere. nobody anywhere had any kind words for eric gagne. everybody thinks steve is the youk’s identical twin.
the great american beer festival is still ridiculously fun. thousands of fun, happy, friendly drunks under one roof. and it’s such a test of endurance that by the end, you’re laughing giddily about how delicious a bag of beer-flavored potato chips are.
and nary a hangover to show for three days of hard drinking.
