
Despite several stoppages on I-5, we piled three wide into LB’s truck and headed south to Portland last weekend. Got into town just at the stroke of midnight to arrive at a house where everyone was already asleep. Okay… Lindsay was still ‘awake.’ Why all this? Simple – beer.
Saturday we attended Oregon Brewers Festival. This was my second year participating in this event. Friend’s local to Portland have attended for several years in a row – seasoned veterans. They are also home brew enthusiasts. I myself make the journey to ‘hang out’ and try to get a mental list of beers I like and don’t.
Being that this was a brewers festival – most of the micro breweries chose their strongest IPAs to tailor to the crowd. Of course, us casual beer drinkers prefer a lighter beer. But doing ‘tastings’ has enabled me to branch out from what I would normally select. We got there right when the taps opened – which was vital to our sampling. We were able to cruise to the taps without a crowd. As the crowds got thicker we also enjoyed our early claiming of tables to retreat to. There was about 12 of us relaxing at the park by the river that day. Twas a good day.
We traveled to and from the event in true Portland fashion – we walked and rode the train. The Jaspers and Freeds’ both live just off the line, which was very nice not to have anyone driving for this event. Had a short day on Sunday, but still had time to squeeze in 18 holes of frisbee golf. Yes, of course I won.
