Why

To answer a question, since I received a friendly (it seemed friendly) e-mail asking why I wasn’t posting more drinking notes . . . Yes, one of our goals on this extended adventure is to eat and drink local products, but I have no plan to write about all of them. We’ve had some excellent beers, which I may eventually mention, and some duds, better forgotten.

They point of our journey is better summarized by what occurred in a few seconds along U.S. Route 2 in Minnesota.

Driver: (There’s the) Big Fish Supper Club. (We’re keen on supper clubs.)

Navigator: Look at the fish.

Driver: Holy shit!

Passenger: Laughing loudly as driver tries to brake without the contents of the RV banging around too wildly.

We managed to turn around without any damage, just to capture this photo.

Big Fish Supper Club

There’s more about the journey at The Slow Travelers, but I’m running behind on updating Flickr photos because campground wi-fi connections continue to suck.

Monday musing: Mt. Rushmore of beer?

Neal Stewart of Flying Dog has started another personal blog, calling it The Mount Rushmore Of . . . The premise: debate the most influential people (within a certain topic) of all-time.

He starts with baseball, listing Jackie Robinson, Babe Ruth, Walter Johnson and Ted Williams or Willie Mays. About as good a list as you could expect from a Cardinals fan.

It shouldn’t be long before he gets to American “craft” (supply your own definition) beer, but that likely will be boring, won’t it? Pretty obvious choices. You have to include Charlie Papazian, Michael Jackson, Fritz Maytag and if allowed the Williams/Mays cop out you don’t have to pick between Ken Grossman and Jim Koch. Is it really that easy?

– Thirsty in Regina. In a last second effort to participate in The Session, and because we’d heard good things about Bushwakker, we swung off the road in Regina with hopes of drinking a doppelbock (the out of season beer) and whatever else looked interesting. Regina, in Saskatchewan, is a big enough city that getting around in a motor home proves a bit of a challenge but at least there was plenty of parking on the street.

The problem was when we walked through the door and learned nobody under 19 was allowed inside. It didn’t seem like leaving Sierra in the motor home while we drank beer was the responsible thing to do so we headed on down the road. Funny, or not so funny, thing is we’ve become so used to brewpubs in the States being family friendly we never think about the possibility Sierra might not be welcome.

– Re-Discovery. One of the questions the late Michael Jackson received most often was when he would produce new editions of his “Beer Hunter” television series, or if he could at least motivate the Discovery Channel to re-release the video tapes first available in 1990 — preferably on DVD.

Never happened, but Evan Rail reveals in his Beer Culture blog that Discovery finally is working on something similar.

I’ll be working with a crew shooting a Discovery Channel television special on beer, which, back home, will include brewing stars like Sam Calagione from the offensively good Dogfish Head and Professor Charlie Bamforth from my old alma mater, the University of California, Davis.

Can’t wait.

Don’t forget Session #17 on Friday

The SessionGreetings from Banff, where it is raining on Canada Day. Good enough weather this morning for pancakes in the park — two tasty pancakes (real maple syrup), a muffin, sausage and fruit juice for $3, perhaps the best food deal of our trip.

There will be no musing this week, but I wanted to remind everybody Friday marks the 17th gathering of The Session. Rob DeNunzio is hosting and the theme is “Drinking anti-seasonally.”

I don’t know if our travels will permit me to participate. (Aside to Mark: If it works to stop in Regina we will — not sure if I will be able to give you a heads up.) Anyway, The Session is open to any bloggers who want to participate. Just post to the theme and drop Rob a note.

Musing: How to get better mileage (beer included)

No matter how high gas prices go beer is still more expensive.

Just a fact. Not a statement whether that should be considered good or bad, but a reminder the bumper sticker we saw last week claiming “Beer, now cheaper than gas” remains incorrect.

Sunday morning, in the northeast reaches of British Columbia where a village with 79 residents merits a good-size dot on the map, we saw diesel for $1.80.* That works out to more than $6.80 a gallon.

We didn’t fill up there. When we stopped a little farther down the road to take on enough gas at $1.66 to get us to a more populated region where gas was $1.43 I noticed you could buy a six-pack of Budweiser for $13.25 including tax. That works out to more than $6 per liter. (Pretty much an aside: the average six-pack from Yukon Brewing costs $13 at the brewery door in Whitehorse.)

There is a part of the beer/gas comparison that might save you a few pennies. Slower consumption boosts mileage. Five weeks into this adventure we’ve passed 14 vehicles on the open road, and although I’m not sure how much gas we’ve saved (maybe four percent, perhaps twice that — if you have documented information please share it) by puttering along between 40 and 55 m.p.h. I know that’s also been easier to spot bears, sheep and other critters (even a lynx) we might have sped by.

And at the end of the day a single bottle of flavorful beer probably goes a lot further than two bottles of mass-produced beer. I typed probably because I haven’t conducted this actual experiment, nor do I intend to.

*Rather than listing prices to the tenth — such as one dollar, 79 and nine-tenths — prices are rounded.

Composed Monday at the Charlie Lake Provincial Park a bit north and west of Dawson Creek, B.C., the official southern end of the Alaska Highway. Posted Wednesday from Spruce Grove, Alberta, where diesel is $1.29 per liter.

Beer from a place, and the place is Alaska

Beers from Alaskan Brewing taste like this:

Alaskan Marine Highway

And like this:

Alaskan totem pole

They taste like they are from Alaska, and once you’ve traveled the Alaskan Marine Highway from one port to another you’ll realize that more specifically Alaskan Brewing beers taste of Southeast Alaska.

Quite honestly I paused for a moment last week when Alaskan co-founder Geoff Larson said that the brewery sells more than 70 percent of its beers beyond Alaska’s borders. After all, we’re at the beginning of our Year of Drinking Local, and know full well that many beers suffer the farther they travel from home.

In the next few hours I realized how well timed this stop in our family adventure — generally not a beer trip but a trip in which we are drinking beer — turned out to be. It put the importance of local and place back in perspective. A local beer that doesn’t reflect where it’s brewed doesn’t interest me nearly as much as a beer that comes from a place, even when we may be far from that place.

Of course you understand that much more easily if you’ve been there.

This particular day in Juneau was a working day. I started collecting Geoff and Marcy Larson’s oral history as well as gathering information for two stories. But the days before and after were at least as important in getting to better know beers I’ve been drinking for 15 years. The there in the beers is on a trail overlooking Mendenhall Glacier, on a ferry traveling through the Wrangell Narrows, chilled to the bone hiking in a “temperate” rain forest, or watching a server set down a plate of massive crab legs in a restaurant.

Alaskan beer is everywhere, clearly a source of state pride. Neon signs brighten most bar windows. Souvenir shops that cater to cruise ships prominently display Alaskan T-shirts (a local grocery sells an Alaskan T and hat package), and we saw how many locals wearing Alaskan sweatshirts?

What percentage of drinkers in Seattle or Phoenix (both good markets for Alaskan beers) have shared these experiences? Probably not a huge number. What percentage care that Alaskan Amber is based on a recipe used to brew a regional beer in the early 1900s? Care that Alaskan Winter Ale features spruce tips from local trees (and a tradition that goes back to when Captain Cook traveled the Inside Passage)? Care that that Native Americans determined hundreds of years ago that alder (the only truly hardwood available in Alaska) was best for smoking fish, and now Alaskan smokes malt for its famous Smoked Porter over adler. Again, not as many as I would like.

They mostly care if the beer is good, rather than thinking of the measures Alaskan’s brewers take to assure that beer sold “down South” (as Alaskans refer to the Lower 48) still tastes of Alaska.

One quick report from their quality control lab: Each batch of beer is plated (scrutinized under a microscope) ten times before it goes into a bottle. Each day a tasting panel (all employees participate on a rotating basis) convenes in the QC lab. They taste finished beers, beers in progress, small batches sold only regionally, smaller batches that never leave the brewery and more.

I’m pretty sure they know just what a beer from Alaska should taste like.