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West bound but down first

We left upstate New York a few days before New Years Eve 2014, drove to Baltimore where the temperatures dipped well below zero with a wind-chill akin to Yellowknife or Siberia, or just Syracuse, let’s not be dramatic. Deciding enough was enough we split for the South. Within ten hours of Baltimore we’re in Savannah, Georgia parking the car under a palm tree, walking into a liquor store.
61 minutes of good.

61 minutes of good.

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DBA and Four and One half days

It's a chilly and snowy Friday afternoon, we've just walked off a turbo prop plane that flew us to Cleveland Hopkins International from a much snowier and colder Syracuse, NY.  After a short walk along the Tarmac and up a flight of stairs we see an oasis standing proud amongst a sea of haggard travelers and shitty fast food counters: a Great Lakes Brewery annex.
Hello, Cleveland \m/

Hello, Cleveland \m/

A few minutes pass and I’m drinking an Edmund Fitzgerald, one of my favorite Great Lakes brews, Julie has their 11% holiday offering, and for the first time after a difficult week of travel and emotional stress I’m starting to breath easy. It's in this moment that I’m processing the bizarre and unforgettable events that have filled the 168 hours since I got a long dreaded phone call, while in a motel room in the Mojave Desert, that my mother has passed away. More accurately I was in the motel’s parking lot moving things around in the car when my dad called and gave me the news. Julie and I purchased two tickets on a redeye from LAX to Dulles, while sitting outside the Joshua Tree National Park welcome center. Our car, our rolling home, needed to be parked for at least a week somewhere, we ran the gauntlet of friends we could ask but didn’t want to bother, called garage after garage but were unwilling to leave our keys with them, eventually we found a parking lot that allowed us to hang on to our keys and also offered a shuttle to our terminal. The same terminal where a New Jersey man opened fire killing a TSA agent that same morning. We drove towards Los Angeles, stopping for coffee and a wifi connection to make more difficult calls and arrangements, not easy while in the playground room of a McDonalds. Just outside of LA we pulled into a parking lot of a Ralph’s grocery store to unpack our storage trunks, and consolidate our clothes into one bag. The Big Lebowski playing through our minds, “Look just because we’re bereaved doesn’t make us saps!” In a Target parking lot adjacent to LAX I took the bikes off the roof, took all four wheels off and wrestled them into the back of our Element. I also took off my shorts and put on jeans and a sweater, preparing for the cold November east coast climate. Checked in and now awaiting departure from the bar at Wolfgang Puck’s express, drinking a 24ounce Sapporo, feeling in a daze more from the day than the booze. Coffee and sleep on the plane and a box of Tim Horton’s donuts that my brother brought when he picked us up in Syracuse, 24 hours of travel, step one of a difficult week. Of all the beer and tequila that has swam through my head in this past week, the Sapporo at Wolfgang Puck's at LAX, the case of Yuengling I split with my dad, the bottomless pints of Lake Placid Ubu Ale I had at the Sherwood Inn, it's this Edmund Fitzgerald that is making me finally feel like it’s all going to be OK and I’m fully relaxed and ready to sit on another plane for the four hours back to LA. Beer is cathartic and simple. Water, yeast, hops, grain, four earth grown ingredients that are as therapeutic as they are intoxicating when combined. Of all the self-indulgent travel beer writing it’s this statement that is the point: beer is pure and true. Beer can help to calm and center you.
Julie with our beers at the Great Lakes brewery in the airport.

Julie with our beers at the Great Lakes brewery in the airport.

Back in LA Saturday morning, I buy a six-pack of Firestone Walker DBA-- Double Barrel Ale—(an English Style Pale ale, with a nice biscuit malt and fruit esters, a soft leafy finish with a hint of citrus hops, a very middle of the road beer that is exactly right for me at this time) at a Ralph’s grocery store, Firestone Walker makes two of my more beloved beers, the Union Jack IPA and the Reserve Porter. The first time I had Firestone Walker’s Reserve Porter was at a bar in the beautiful 30th Street station in Philadelphia while waiting for a roll back to New York. The Reserve Porter has been discontinued, but recently in Paso Robles, I was lucky enough to drink a glass from the last batch they made. But, that’s another story.
DBA in our LA apartment.

DBA in our LA apartment.

Over the course of the long weekend, I drink a few DBAs, a helping of delicate tequila, and a couple of PBRs and Dox Equis at the film festival we’re attending. However, Tuesday morning comes fast and we’ve got five days to get to Manchester, Vermont for three days of The Long Bike Back screenings and discussion with the brilliant and gifted students at a private school in town. Five days. Five days to drive across the country with the daily tasks of finding places with wifi to work, food we can eat, a place to get clean and a safe spot to sleep on the road. (It took four hours to fly to LA from Cleveland and it will take us four days to drive back there). Before leaving I buy another six-pack of DBAs.   Tuesday we get a late start out of North Hollywood with a strong desire to never leave California. We slowly steer east and make it to Barstow, gas up and get on I-40, there’s a sign at the beginning of the freeway stating in battered white lettering: Wilmington, North Carolina 2554. This is as exciting as it is daunting and considering we actually have nearly 2900 miles to cover, it feels impossible. But the sunset through the Mojave is breathtaking, giving us a sense of the vastly empty, negative space we’re speeding into and what adventures we’ll undoubtedly encounter. Crossing back in time when we get to Arizona--the state does not observe day light savings time-- we have some dinner and seek out a brewery but it’s closed, all bars close by 9pm in Lake Havasu City. Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t Lake Havasu known to be the place spring breakers go to misplace their dignity for a week? Our rest stop back on 40 is busy and cramped, but we find a spot, between two idling Semi’s, watch the stars, sip tequila and I drink one of those DBAs, delicious and cathartic.
Heading east but looking west.

Heading east but looking west.

Wednesday, Julie has a conference call that lasts most of the morning and I have to teach Skype piano and drum lessons by 3pm EST, McDonald’s outside of Grant, NM fills the order. After working we race to the ToHajile reservation and watch the sunset over Albuquerque from the mesa that overlooks the city. That desert hum will forever enchant me. The Rattlesnake Draw Rest Area a few hundred miles west of Texas in Moriarty, New Mexico, is where we find our spot for the night. The nearly empty parking area is creepy but secluded, so I feel compelled to drink two lukewarm DBAs.
Thursday, near Amarillo. Cadillac Ranch, Route 66

Thursday, near Amarillo. Cadillac Ranch, Route 66

Thursday, it’s still early as we cross into Texas and make a stop at the Cadillac Ranch just outside of Bushland, Texas. We’re directly paralleling Route 66 now, making stops in Amarillo and just over the Oklahoma state line. After a chilly walk through Oklahoma City, a shower and some food, we move on towards Tulsa. We’re driving east on a bizarre and rather strange toll road called the Governor Roy J. Turner Turnpike, I get confused and almost drive us out of the only rest area on the road – meaning there was not another rest stop until the Missouri welcome center. Julie saved us from a much longer night, calmly insisting we stay next to an idling Mac truck in front of a McDonalds. I drank one DBA and listened to the rain all night long. Friday, a cold morning’s walk through Tulsa, a warmer lunch time stroll through Joplin, where we take note of the powerful and dramatic tornado damage, one block is decimated, the next looks as if nothing happened at all. We arrive in St. Louis around 5 pm and are held up in traffic for quite a while, wasting even more time trying to find a parking spot so we can re-visit the Arch. It grows ever colder as we speed deep into the Illinois heartland, flat everywhere we can see, the almost full moon illuminates with great detail the nothingness that is barren farmland, we find a gym, dinner and then it’s back on the highway for another hundred miles before finding a rest area to spend the night. Tequila warms me up before I have the second-to-last DBA. Saturday, up early for a morning walk around Elkhart, first time back since I fell off my bike here five years earlier. Our next walk is through a town outside of Toledo, also visited on The Long Bike Back trip. It’s pretty incredible that in the past four days we have paralleled the length of Route 66, “The Mother Road” and now we’re paralleling Route 20, the oldest and longest transcontinental road in the United States. With an evening stroll through Cleveland and a burrito in Erie, we make it to Skaneateles to eat some sushi with my dad around 1 am. I drink Yuengling, saving the last DBA for our hotel in Manchester. Sunday: Another early rise and another four hour rainy drive. We make it to the inn where we’re being hosted and I, at long last, finish the sixth Firestone Walker DBA. A six pack of beer bought in LA, drank across the country and now finished, albeit illegally, in a Vermont inn. Beer, its there for you in all the clichéd ways. Beer is truth, it’s simple, and it’s as humble as those of us who cherish and champion it are. I could have made the drive without Firestone Walker’s DBA and it would have been an awesome experience either way but armed with such an excellent beer to look forward to at the end of the day helped me remain centered during a really interesting and stressful period of time.
Sunset in New Mexico.

Sunset in New Mexico.

 
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Quick Beer

Quick Beer: “Come in for a quick beer?” “Come by for a beer, quick.” “Stay for one more.” Statements I love hearing and commands I might actually comply with (I don’t like being told what to do). But, I have a theory about what a ‘quick beer’ is. A ‘quick beer’ is not a Belgian Quad or an Arrogant Bastard or a Brown’s Taconic Double IPA poured from a cask into an imperial glass, a ‘quick beer’ usually means just that: a beer you can drink quickly, something with a low ABV that is easy to drink. In my experience a ‘quick beer’ also implies a social contract where one must drink whatever is offered by the host, this is murky territory, as one could be forced to drink the feared ‘guest beer’ a brew so horrible that it’s only given with the intention (or hope) that the guest is not going to be sticking around for another, unless they’re a real asshole, and in that case they probably invited themselves over….Shandys are suitable guest beers, as are anything like Aspen Edge, Green Light, Michelob Ultra, or a dusty warm can of Ice HouseContinue reading »
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Argyle Brewing Company

New York State is the ‘Empire’ state, founded by businessmen where, on rare occasion, the legislative body that governs this large and diverse landscape gets something right (sort of). The Farm Brewery Law in 2013 was an excellent step in the right direction as far as economic development and tourism for New York’s smaller farming communities.  Continue reading »
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Taos to Albuquerque

OK – Taos.  All that I wrote about the drive from Pueblo Colorado to Taos, New Mexico was true, except for some specific details, details that I’m not sure need to be covered in a blog more or less about beer.  Suffice it to say we left a bar in Pueblo, Colorado around 11pm and drove 35 miles through a blinding snow storm to a rest stop, tucked ourselves into bed in the back of our Element with pie in the sky hopes that the snow would subside by morning, it didn’t. Using a Frisbee (it was early October so we were unprepared for a blizzard) I cleared as much snow off the car as I could and we were off towards Walsenburg, Colorado, where we stopped for coffee, bought bad gas and caught up on email before moving further on towards Taos.
The snow in the morning

The snow in the morning

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Looking for beer in Denver

continued….. It’s Friday night, we’re in Denver and the Great American Beer Fest is happening!  Unfortunately it’s sold out and has been since an hour after tickets went on sale six months ago, all the same to us as we’re enjoying being outside and experiencing the city not as a couple of drunken blithering idiots.  Our hotel is a few miles out of town in a congested suburban hell, where lifeless row houses, condos, supermarkets, and minivans distract from the gorgeous rocky mountain views.  However, behind the “progress” lies incredibly flowy bike and walking trails that criss-cross through an open range like plaid patterns in a lumberjack's shirt.
The trails from the back of the hotel

The trails from the back of the hotel...

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Here’s to the King

This is to a king who does not swing....and kind of tastes like fizzy water syrup....as the question has come up, “Why do I often post photographs of me holding a Budweiser to advertise that there is a new blog post?”  Well, hopefully the next few hundred words will be entertaining and shed some light as to why I don’t put the “king of beers” down and it has nothing to do with it’s beechwood aging.
King of Sessions

King of Sessions

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Breweries 11

Continued….After a gorgeous week in Skaneateles, seeing family and friends and a great weekend at the Buffalo International Film Fest with even more of our extended family, the time has come for us to move.  (It was cool to meet Charlene Amoia, who played Wendy the waitress from How I Met Your Mother, at the film festival; she was very kind.) With the rest of the month to get to LA for our next film fest, our destination is set but the next four weeks are wide open and we can do whatever we want and go where ever we please.  It’s beer and adventure we seek, stop one: Pittsburgh. Continue reading »
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Breweries 10

BREWERIES 10 Continued…. After crossing the massive Mackinac Bridge, we’re on main land Michigan en route to Traverse City, where we have a hotel reservation and a nose for good beer.  The road is empty and though the sun is exposing the colorful treetops, a dense fog gives way to a freakish yet mercifully brief snowstorm before evaporating into a picturesque glorious morning.  After many off the beaten path stops to stroll through the towns and walk the shores of North Eastern Lake Michigan, we’re in the quaint quasi-cosmopolitan town of Traverse City just after lunch. Continue reading »
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Breweries 9

continued…. With a need to get back east for The Long Bike Back screenings in the Finger Lakes and the Buffalo International Film Festival, we decide to take the long way through the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, along the shores of Lake Superior to Lake Huron, going around Lake Erie through Canada before re-entering the US in Niagara Falls. Leaving Appleton was easy, packed out and pointed our car north, the music of Lord Huron taking up soundtrack duty for the early autumn day.  Trees ablaze with color and the shoreline of Lake Michigan is enchanting, but as we roll into Marquette, Lake Superior overwhelms us with its magnificence.  Continue reading »
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