Wet Hop Season

Singing in the Rain

It’s raining, not like up north, though. Yosemite falls is gushing and Mammoth Mountain is getting dumped on in feet of snow. How wonderful!

Wildfires, be damned.

To celebrate, I cracked open a wet hop IPA. Farm to pint. Freshies. Harvest in a glass. Whatever they/you wanna call it, is fine by me.

Wet.

Autumn.

Gather joy from the fields and invite your family and friends.

R-Town is Ramona, where the hops were harvested, down the road from Julian town. It’s favorite wet hop IPA this season, next to Pizza Port’s Wet Lamborghini

R-Town is almost half full … keep it positive

Who doesn’t like riding in the dampness? Non-dusty trails? The crisp air on the verge of cold, but not enough to have you don the tights?

There’s new science that tells us plants do indeed sing. They are happy, like you and me, when we are happy. Plants are happy in the rain. I bet they dance like Gene Kelly.

Do we sing?

How often do we dance?

Nourishment.

Mother Earth (yes, brewery name) wet hop at O’Brien’s.

All of this is to say: we are mostly water beings on a mostly water planet. When we see it, experience it, swim in it, hydrate with it, eat it (fruits and vegetables) …

Anyway …

Go ride. Drink water.

When you’re done, drink fresh hops, if you fancy such beer.

Kern River … can you hear Merle singin’?