Our Moose Drool Moment
Laurie Darcey
Mon Sep 13 15:51:30 -0700 2004
Several years ago, my fiance and I were in Yellowstone when we encountered Moose Drool for the first time. Needless to say, it made an impression, and when we got home to California, we were quite put out to find that we could not find a local seller. So we saved up on vacation time from our dead-end jobs again. Now, a year later - a very lackluster DRY year without good beer I might add - we head out on what will become a 5,000 mile roadtrip for Moose Drool beer. For those of you that will inevitably ask ñ we were not attacked by anything (although a deer did come running over and try to stick its head in our window when I whistled (much to our surprise), and an elk licked the driver-side window one day, causing it to get so sticky it jammed until we washed it), nor did the car breakdown (although it now needs its major mileage service and new tires are a bit past due). We did, however, become somewhat lost at one point due to a faulty AAA map that one local Search and Rescue Sheriff claimed was ìjust plain wrongî. Most of the time we camped, ate cheese and crackers and buffalo jerky (sometimes in front of the herds just for kicks). Along the way, we saw Kodiak/black/grizzly bears, mountain goats, the elusive savage chipmunk, giant swans, American bison and elk herds, deer, coyotes, wolves, pika, moose, birds of prey, and other such critters. Again, we did not see any bighorn sheep ñ itís really starting to piss us off, weíve looked and looked! Weíve become rather skeptical of their existence. Our consolation prize is that we came home with a case of Moose Drool Beer - the most we could fit into our Miata without needing a HazMat flammable sticker. That stuff is hot! And we're not sharing. Regards, Laurie P.S. Here are some pictures from our trip: http://www.phlog.net/users/sorsha