Probably one of the more interesting spots I saw while in Milwaukee was The Brewery Neighborhood. You can probably guess my appeal to the area. I arrived later in the evening and darkness had already saturated the area, limiting what I could see of my surroundings other than a neon sign that arched over the street with comforting single word “PABST”.
There are no secrets about what kind of person Frank Lloyd Wright was. He was demanding, headstrong and always “Wright”. He was also well ahead of his time, innovative and an amazing architect. I consider myself a Wright fan, not to the point that I correct docents while on tours (and if you do this, please stop), but I have toured several of his structures, 21 if you are counting.
The thing about brewery tours is that sometimes people take themselves WAY to seriously. At Lakefront this is not the case. I walked into the large beer hall and found myself a spot at the bar. To familiarize myself with their beer I ordered a taster plate. Since I was indecisive about which beers I wanted to try the bartender picked them out for me. I could tell he was sizing me up as to what kind of beer he would choose for me. He poured a few beers and after I noticed the light colors of the beers that he was bringing back to me I announced “I like hoppy beer”. No need to beat around the bush, I wasn’t going to be happy if he brought me a bunch of blonde ales.
Typically while traveling I do not stay in the nicer hotels. I go for budget hotels because I am on a budget. I do afford myself slightly higher budget hotels as I travel mostly alone and no one wants to read about how a vanished one day in a sketchy hotel… right????
So I have been on countless brewery tours. I love brewery tours and visit them as I travel. Even though I am a home brewer and I know the ins and outs of brewing I still love traipsing through someone’s brewery. You always learn something new.
I have however never been on a distillery tour until my visit to Great Lakes Distillery in Milwaukee Wisconsin. Most likely because there are not a lot of people distilling, just over 600 at the end of 2013. Craft breweries are popping up left and right and wine has been around since 6000 BC, so distilleries are somewhat like unicorns in the alcohol world!.
I felt like the appropriate reward for hiking when I hate hiking would be a quick stop off at a brewery before I picked up Boomer. Luckily Zion Canyon Brewing Company is conveniently (or strategically) located right next to Zion National Park’s entrance in Springdale Utah.
I realized something about myself while on this trip. I have no concept of time or distance.
Once I reached the final stop of the shuttle system at Temple of Sinawava in Zion National Park I decided I would take what I thought was a ½ mile trail (0.8 km) but really turned out to be a 2.2 mile walk. I even stupidity told someone who asked “how much further” while I was on my return walk that it was “like a ½ mile”. Which I am not sure why I said that as I thought the trail was only a ½ mile to start with. They were more like a mile (1.6 km) from the turn around but I didn’t know. I blame exhaustion.
The day before I hiked Zion National Park I sat in the comfort of my hotel room and watched the local news. As I sat snuggled in with Boomer by my side I watched a news story about some hikers who were caught in a flash flood, in Zion, near the trail I was planning to hike. Needless to say I was slightly worried…
Like everything in life, however, if you let something scare you enough you would probably never leave your house. Granted flash flooding is more scary than… oh I don’t know watching Lindsey Lohan in a serious acting role… but I did not let the potential for flash flooding scare me so much that I locked myself inside the hotel room – only to peek out the windows every few minutes to see if the rush of water was headed my way.
I am not a fan of zoos. I hate seeing animals caged up but the Henry Doorly Zoo and Aquarium was highly recommend by my friend Jen and Stacie, the bride of the wedding I had attended. I arrived to the zoo with not much time before I needed to get to the airport. I guess I had spent too much time at the air museum and safari, but me running behind was typical.
While I was visiting the Strategic Air & Space Museum I had noticed a pamphlet for the Lee G Simmons Conservation Park & Wildlife Safari. Never one to pass up adding more to an already booked schedule I decided to continue my morning adventure in Ashland by taking in a few “wild” animals before returning to Omaha. Most importantly I got to continue driving my rental car that I was thoroughly enjoying… it had a few more horses under the hood than my non-souped up truck at home.