OK, so time for a post that isn’t completely brewery focused. A few weeks ago PJ, Scott, and I took an epic journey to a place I wish was currently home: Jackson, WY. We left Colorado on Thursday evening after those of us who are employed finished bringing home the bacon (mmmmm) and we headed north to prove to ourselves that we were still sicky-gnar skiers that shred pow pow.
The journey began in the lights of Denver and Fort Collins, but they quickly faded as we cruised along US-287 to Laramie. The blowing snow as we plugged west on I-80 was a nice change of pace, slowing us to a lovely average of 35mph. Then back up to speed for the final (and longest) leg from Rawlins to Jackson over snow packed Togwotee Pass.
Pulling into the house around 3:15 am, we were a little sleep deprived and caffeine loaded. So what would be the proper course of action? Try to sleep? No. Beirut. We knew it would be a good trip when PJ’s ball landed in the rough, er, I mean, just take a look at the picture, true story.
Being the hard-asses we are, we rise early and (after registering my car and getting new plates) hit the village around 1:30pm for a body wrenching 2.5 hours of skiing. Phew glad we made it. My favorite run of the day was Tower Three Chute, with some nice soft snow. Brainstorming at all times we are thinking only of beer and skiing.
After Prime Rib dinner awesomeness at Nora’s, it was time for more research. We returned to the drawing board, with T-Rex joining us (sinking a few cups), we again try to prove to ourselves that we can still play like we used to. Not so, my friends, not so. The games just wouldn’t end. I think we only played 3 games, each lasting almost an hour, before calling it a night.
The next morning we actually did get up early and headed to the mountain to meet Scott’s uncle, Papa Muntz. An epic man with amazing tele ability and a blaze orange button down fleece. Our late morning break, before heading up the tram, was also our first run in with PBR for the day.
Nick Wilson’s below the tram has PBR on tap, and PJ had yet another dusting from the beer fairies: he found a Head ski logo in the head of his beer.
Then we headed up the new 100 passenger tram, a.k.a. Big Red, to check out Rendezvous Bowl and Corbet’s Couloir. Which we all skied flawlessly, oh wait, never mind. The best snow of the day was either skier’s left Rendezvous Bowl in the trees, downhill from the entrance to Corbet’s, or maybe Alta 1. After tooling around the mountain for the rest of the day and another PBR at the VC we headed to Snake River Brewing for some tasty research. We all had our own favorites (mine has always been their lager), but good beer all around and a great place. Visiting breweries is certainly helping us determine what we like and dislike.
Then back to the house where we all promptly crashed at about 10 o’clock. In the morning we packed up and headed over to Nora’s again, but this time for some trout and egss, or biscuits and gravy. Nothing like a pound and a half breakfast to get ready for a 9 hour drive. Almost the entire drive back was spent brainstorming for the brewery. We came up with over 100 names and countless ideas for other aspects of the brewery.
All photos courtesy of PJ