I go to a lot of breweries by myself. Some may judge me for that because I drink alone. Not like George Thorogood drinking alone, but still alone. Fortunately, the bartenders at Boise Brewing were friendly and engaging, so I was a little less alone while trying out Boise Brewing’s Beer.
Sometimes there are benefits to traveling alone. Like when you arrive at a popular brewery and the wait is long… For some. When you are a solo diner, often your wait is not long. You can be squeezed into just about anywhere.
When I arrived at 10 Barrel Brewing in Boise this was the case. It was a busy Friday night in the heat of the dinner rush. A waiter whisked me away to a family style table and handed me a menu where I sat at the end of the table filled with strangers, who happened to also be beer lovers. At least we could use that to break the ice.
Another travel year in the books! Here is our Paws For Beer Travel Round Up 2016.
Our 2016 travel schedule started early this year with a January trip to Thayne Wyoming to pick up the newest addition to our family, Jovi. Jovi had been patiently waiting for about a month for us to come and get her from the shelter she had been at for about 6 months. With a break in the weather Boomer and I took a quick three day trip to pick her up. I could not have asked for a more perfect match for Boomer. Jovi and Boomer are the best of friends. Which made the treacherous drive through a snowy Montana and Idaho in January worth it!
Before I left on my trip, just as I stepped out the door from work, I said to my co-workers “I will never taste the Beard Beer”.
It was over 100 degrees Fahrenheit (37 C) in Portland Oregon on the day I arrived to Pacific City Oregon. Pacific City is a town of just over 1000 inhabitants and my mouth was agape at the amount of people who had crammed themselves into this tiny seaside town. It was almost as though the entire city of Portland had left the inferno to seek shelter at the coast.
When I tell people I am from Idaho they often say “oh do you grow potatoes?” and chuckle at the fact that they know at least one thing about Idaho. This comment often results in an eye roll from me. But I guess I should be glad that they know at least something about Idaho.
Yes our state grows potatoes, but I will be honest I have never grown a potato. I will pause now for the collective gasp. Even more shocking than that, when I do eat a potato it is often not even from my state, but from the neighboring state of Washington. Idaho is busy exporting their potatoes to the East Coast of the country. You’re welcome East Coast, those Idaho potatoes are tasty… so I’ve heard 🙂
The phone rang with the question “Are you enjoying your beer at Beaverhead Brewing?” I quickly looked around the tap-room perplexed, looking for my dad. His voice was on the other end of the phone. He was of course not there, but he did have a very detailed itinerary that I had left with him, as I do before any trip I take. I leave the itinerary with him just in case I go missing. So far, so good. I have not gone missing and apparently I show up to where I am supposed to be at the time I scheduled myself to be.
Walla Walla Washington is known for onions, wine, and the state penitentiary is there. While I was visiting last year I found myself in an optimistic mood.
Mary stands atop the Continental Divide overlooking the town of Butte Montana. She is not hard to miss and always draws in a look from me while driving into Butte. Mary is of course the Virgin Mary. She stands at an impressive 90 feet (27 m) keeping a watchful eye over the town of Butte. Mary also overlooks the Berkeley Pit, a former open-pit copper mine. The pit is a slight eye sore but is one of Butte’s many signs of a classic mining town.
After entering Yellowstone National Park traffic slowed to a crawl. Cars were pulled off to the side of the road and the faint sound of camera shutters were snapping. A small herd of bison were taking their leisurely stroll for the day and the park visitors were consumed by the opportunity of capturing a photo of these large mammals.
Brave, yet dimwitted people, were literally taking their lives into their hands as they encroached upon the herd. People will never learn. A safe distance and a zoom lens is all you need… to stay alive.