I've been away and I haven't been posting as much as I should. I'm trying to change that. Over the past year I have found that I enjoy drinking and finding the beer more than I enjoy writing about it. The past year has brought some awesome beers to my life. I am also writing a post about my beer adventure in Boston, Vermont and Chicago. Of all times of the year to visit those places I visited Boston during a record snow storm and Chicago when the high was 3 degrees. I don't regret the trip at all. I made some awesome grabs in those cities. I look forward to returning soon.
In the meantime check back often as I update beer pages with my latest tastings and the conclusion of my hop finder adventure.
Where do I begin? I found myself with a large about of time to kill while I was in Seattle hanging out with my girlfriend. She was heading out of town on a business trip for two days and I didn't want to sit at her house alone for that time. Fortunately, I have companion passes on Alaska airlines and I thought about all the places I could go for two in half days. The possibilities were endless. I had the entire lower 48, plus Hawaii, Alaska and Mexico. I was in need of an adventure and decided this would be the perfect time to take one.
I had several days to make a decision and when I let my girlfriend know what I had decided she said I was crazy. Boston, Vermont, and Chicago! I exclaimed very proudly to her. You're absolutely crazy was her reply to my proclamation. Who the hell wants to be in Boston right now after their record snow fall? I did. I thought. I wouldn't be in Boston for the entire time though. I was going there strictly to stay one night, get a rental car and head to Vermont in search of the Heady Topper, Fiddlehead and Maine Brewing. I also discovered while mapping out my trip that Magic Hat was along the route. Why the hell not I thought. After my trip to Vermont I would head back down to Boston for the night and fly out to Chicago the next day in search of Zombie Dust, Daisy Cutter and Abrasive Ale. Any other beer would be a bonus.
Day 1/2: The beauty and curse of being a companion flyer is that you can anywhere but you fly standby on all of your trips. No seat is ever guaranteed. You are at the mercy of the flying Gods when it comes to getting a seat to your destination. I arrived at SeaTac nervous and excited about my adventure. My girlfriend wished my good luck as she dropped me off laughing about what I had gotten myself into. The redeye to Boston, after another massive snow storm, was full. I was fucking nervous and confused. Who the hell wants to go to Boston besides me? Apparently about 161 other people. As the flight boarded and my name remained on the reader board my hopes of getting the Heady Topper were slowly falling. I would have to rearrange my trip and possibly head to Chicago first and then to Boston. I knew once I was on the plane everything else would fall into place. Did I mention that I had no rental car in Boston because I wasn't sure if I would make the flight. Today's technology is the best. You can book anything, anytime and anywhere. I just needed that flight. I paced some more trying to rearrange everything in my head if I didn't make the flight. Passenger Wells, I heard above my thoughts. Jackpot! I was on my way to Boston.
Day 1: I landed in Boston around 6am on Tuesday morning. I had booked my air bnb in Cambridge. David, the owner of the loft apartment, was nice enough to let me check in early before I headed to Burlington, VT which was 3.5 hours away. After getting my bags I found a bench and proceeded to search Priceline for a rental car. They had me cornered. All the bids I placed they weren't taking given the time that I needed to pick up the car. I conceded that I wouldn't get the car for less than $42 a day at the hour that I needed it. Boston was cold and the snow was piled high. I was happy that the roads were clear and everyone was getting around just fine.
I arrived at my loft apartment in Cambridge. David met me outside and was trying to direct me on how to park. Anyone that has ever been to Boston knows that street parking is a premium and that you shouldn't drive if you don't have to anyway. I was headed to Vermont so I had to have the stupid car. He pointed to the parking spot that I was to park in. I consider myself a fairly savvy parallell parking guru. Not today! I had to park in between two snow hills and had to make sure that I didn't hit the cars, buried in snow, as I "punched" the car into the spot. After several failed attempts and blocking the roadway, of course it was a one way, David offered to park the car. He made 4 quick moves, bounced the car off of the two snow mounds and the car was perfectly parked. All I could think was how the hell am I going to get this thing out? I smiled and thanked him. He showed me up to my room. Three flights later I made it into the room and settled in. My plan for getting in at least a two hour nap before heading up was gone. I sat on the edge of the bed, and once again looked at my notes for my adventure. Thirty minutes would do. Around 9:30am I woke up and got dressed and ready to head out.
I came outside to find David sitting in his car. I smiled and we talked briefly. He asked if I would like for him to get the car out of the spot. He's a mind reader. Yes! I exclaimed. He laughed and in two quick moves the car was out of the spot and waiting for me. I hopped in and drove away smiling about what was waiting for me.
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