Two weekends ago, Sam, Ben, Zach and I took a trip to the Red over Thanksgiving weekend. We left Friday morning from Bloomington, arrived around lunchtime, and the weekend was on. We weren’t sure where we would be staying for the weekend, so we opted to take some daylight to set up camp. Much to our surprise, Miguel’s was open, so we just stayed there. It was cold at night, but not as cold as it was the weekend prior.
I originally had a post written that was all over the place conceptually and emotionally. Basically an out of control rant about the blatant lack of consideration of others that Sam and I witnessed while climbing this last weekend. In the end, I just needed to write down the rant, re-read it, then trash it. I’m glad I did, I feel free.
I’ve been thinking about climbing a lot lately; I’ve thrown myself into the sport completely.
I guess this is a process that happens toward end of every season for most climbers, sort of an inventory of everything that happened in the last several months. Now that I’m looking forward to several months of doing nothing but pulling plastic, remembering what’s happened outside is going to help me make it through the winter.
Tired of the Red so to the New we go.
If you haven’t seen it yet, here’s part 1 of this post. I left off with us leaving the Red for a few days worth of climbing in the New.
New River Gorge
Rounding out the Double Gorge Weekend, we drove another four hours east-ish to the New River Gorge.
When we arrived, it was threatening rain, but that didn’t stop us. We rolled up to Roger’s Rocky Top Retreat on Kaymoor road and as soon as we stepped out of the car, we were greeted with a hearty “How you doing?” It was none other than THE Roger.
This September 22nd-25th, Brandon and I took a four day trip across the eastern part of the country to do some climbing. We left from Bloomington, IN, stopped in Slade, KY to camp at Miguel’s Pizza and do some climbing at the Red River Gorge on Friday, and then off to Fayetteville, WV to camp at Roger’s Rocky Top Retreat and do some climbing in the New River Gorge.
Needless to say, the trip was awesome!
Last night, I had a bit of a mishap with the peanut butter porter (now dubbed Satan’s Peanut Butter Porter). Everything was going beautifully: the mash portion went off without a hitch; the first and second parts of the preliminary boil went well; I extracted all but one bag of grain without incident; then all of a sudden:
Today was a brew day (and tomorrow is too, woot)!
I just recently finished a beer I have dubbed the Liberal Elephant Pale Ale. It’s a simple American Pale Ale recipe that I threw together right before I left work on Friday since I wanted to have a couple of beers to put into kegs together. You can check out its recipe here.
Tomorrow is the much anticipated Peanut Butter Porter’s brew day. I need to figure out exactly how much dried peanut butter I need to use during the boil as to make the beer not too peanut-buttery or not peanut-buttery enough. You can check out the preliminary recipe for the beer here, but after tomorrow, I’m going to modify it to match what I actually did.
Currently in secondaries are my second brewing of the Kalevala Red Ale (made famous by the Red, Wit, and Blueberry Fourth of July party last year) and Mojo’s first solo beer, a Rye IPA. They’ll both be going to kegs on Tuesday/Wednesday evening.
That’s all I have for now. You can check up on The No. 16 Brewing Calendar by clicking on “Home Brewing” at the top of this page and you can find our brew blog at http://www.scatteredthoughts.org/brew.
Time to go crack open another beer and figure out how much peanut butter I need to use!
I’m behind on blog posts, but I’m not concerned. I should have made at least nine posts to both this and my Photoblog since the new year. I’ve been struggling for inspiration as to what to write, but I think I now have a pretty good idea. In the next couple of days, I’ll be doing some work on the information structure of the site to see how things go. Can you really resurrect a blog that’s been dead/dying for a while? We’re about to see.
My plan is this: I’m going to write about what’s going on in my life. I’m going to be adding a few categories, writing about my brewing, gaming, reading, climbing, and scouting stuff. I think I can turn this space into something that I can actually relate to and something that fits with me and my own Ruminating Thoughts.
That’s all for now.
A new year, new beginnings, new experiences, new challenges, new everything!
I geek out on apocalyptical theories and this week is making me like a kid in a candy store — it’s Armageddon Week on the History Channel! Every night, there’s a new show about the end times, focused on the Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012.
Well, I’ve done it again, it’s been far too long since I’ve updated. Lately, I’ve been busy with work stuff, not wanting to write when I get home, and have generally had nothing too interesting to write about (too interesting to me, anyway). If you’ve been following me @tlmasonaea or on Facebook you’ve been staying up-to-date with my life. If you’re not following me, why not?
So, why the strange title to the post? I’m going to be talking about beer, specifically my beer. Even more specifically, my Red, White and Blue ales. If you’re not a beer geek, the number 1.060 means nothing to you. It’s a measurement of what’s called Starting Gravity or Original Gravity for a beer. OG is a measurement of how much more dense than water a specific beer is, water being 1.000. I (along with other brewers) typically don’t use the dot in the notation, but whatever.
Last night, I rekindled my eternal hatred for the Windows operating system and Dell hardware. Now, I know I have a Dell, and I know that Dell machines run Windows, but here’s the thing: the Dell I currently own is a temporary fix for a lack of computing power in my home machine. The machine itself ran me around $1,000, it’s tiny, it can be easily converted to a DVR when I upgrade past it, it’s a little underpowered in the graphics processing arena, but for now, it works for the most part.