Northern Virginia Craft Beer News

I am pleased to note that we have two new eating/drinking establishments in my area:  Vintage 51 South Riding and Dogfish Head Ale House.

Vintage 51, hereafter known as V51SR, is an extension of Vintage 50, hereafter known as V50, in Leesburg.  V51SR’s website is supposed to be www.vintage51sr.com but is still not up and running, which is stupid in my estimation.  The restaurant  has been open for at least three weeks now but in truth it is still not up and running.  The menu is still not complete, prices are up in the air (a bit too high), but the beer selection is awesome.

V50 Leesburg brews some awesome beers in my estimation and I can get growlers there which is a major bonus.  However the drive to V50, 30 to 40 minutes, diminishes the value of the brew.   V51SR, less than 15 minutes away, has a nice selection of craft beers on tap from Ales, Pale Ales, IPA’s, Kolsches, Hefe-Weisens, Stouts, Lagers, etc, well as quite a selection of bottled beers.  Don’t expect to get a Coors, Bud, or Miller Lite there though.

They are supposed to be pouring growlers.  My initial impression is that they won’t be able to do so profitably, since they would be pouring growlers of beers purchased from distributors rather than those produced in house.  That impression has nearly been confirmed by at least one of their bartenders.  The initial pricing projections are way beyond what even the most devoted micro brew aficionado would spring for.

V51SR is in a weird spot.  First of all  let me say that the Virginia booze laws are wacked.  V50 in Leesburg brews their own beer on site.  They can’t sell their  own beer at another one of their own restaurants without selling it to a distributor and then buying their beer back from the distributor.  So V51SR would have to sell beer produced by the the same company that runs V50 and V51SR at a higher price than V50 sells it for.  WTF?

If you are half-way serious about craft beers, you will be familiar with Dogfish Head.  Their 60 Minute IPA is fairly widely distributed.  The 60 Minute IPA is a a great beer…it is the anchor of their product line for those of us who like ales.  Unfortunately, for one,  they don’t sell growlers.  I think if  they brewed the beer  on site they could sell growlers.  Secondly, the beer selection is good but also a bit exotic, particularly on the flavoring side.

Most people will like their Lawnmower Light and then have to do some tasting of the other beers to find what they might like.  The Aprihop is a good beer but I am not likely to have more than one at a time.  I recently had the “Festina Peche,” which I now remember, after finding reference to it on the web, was sour tasting, not as in bad but as in citrusy sour.  Like the Aprihop, I am not likely to have more than one at a time which could be a good thing.

Please don’t ask me about the food at either Dogfish Head or V51SR.  I eat at home.  I visit these places only to check out the beers and the talent.  I do know that both of the “Vintage” restaurants get many of their fresh ingredients from the Fields of Athenry Farm in Purcellville, VA, where, as I understand, everything is grown/raised, organically.  Fields of Athenry, is on Snickersville Pike, which is a great motorcycle ride from Rt. 50 west of Aldie to Bluemont on Rt. 7 west of Leesburg.

Enjoy your beers but not before you ride!

Life Is Tough

What a rough day!  Beautiful weather.  Reading the Washington Post on the balcony loving life.  Headed off at about 3:30 PM for a friend’s house a few blocks over for a pool/birthday/football party.  Tons of food there all designed to set my cholesterol level even higher than it needs to be before I get blood work done tomorrow morning.  My back is bothering me from an incident 10 days ago so I couldn’t get involved in the Cornhole competition which was looking quite intense.

My intention was to cut out of there after two beers which I did…with some difficulty.  I went to the Giant to get some beers to have at the house should I desire them.  On the way home, I stopped by Julie and Ed’s to check the house and found a crab and clam feast going on at the neighbor’s house.  Chris and Courtney invited me over.  Kathy Slover, who I always enjoy seeing, was there.

Chris had three bushels of live female crabs and just keep cooking away.  I had to get home at about 7:30 PM but before I left three or four more people showed up and the feast just kept going on.  I really did not want to leave but my cat needed to be fed and I needed to find some sanity.

Trip to Vermont, Early August

In early August I went up to Vermont to attend the Vergennes Union High School 30-year class reunion.  I actually left there after my 10th grade year but have had the privilege of attending the 20 and 30-year reunions as a guest.  Other than the reunion, the trip was for kayaking, birding, picture taking, hiking, camping and visiting with friends.  It was well worth it!

You can read more about the trip by clicking here or browsing under my “Currant News” section.  You can view photos by clicking here or following the “My Photo Album” link on my home page.

The links in the PDF format “trip read” don’t open in new windows as I had hoped they would.  If you follow a link in the PDF document, it will take you forever to reload the PDF file.  Ergo…

All the imbedded  links are replicated below.  Please use them rather than the links in the PDF document if you wish to find out more.  I will have to come up with another presentation format but bear with me in the meantime.

Kayaking on the Potomac River at River Bend Park, 20090823

I met my friend Garrett “Buz” Shea at River Bend Park on the Potomac River in Great Falls, MD, to paddle  on Sunday.  I have been to the park a few times with my uncle to hike and bird watch but never to paddle and rarely in the summer.  The park seemed so totally foreign to me since I’d been there mostly in the winter time.

We had a great paddle.  The day was mostly clear and not too hot but fairly humid.  Buz likes paddling up through the rapids so he can float back down through them so that is what we did.  We paddled up the north side of the river and on the way back down tried to cut across to the south side at a cut through an island.

We almost made it but the current was such that after I watched Buz try to get up through this cut a couple of times, I found a way to get through that, albeit twisty and turny, was relatively calm.  Unfortunately, that left us down river from another set of rapids that Buz wanted to run.

We broke down, got out of our kayaks and toted them over a set of rocks so we could be upstream where we wanted to be.  Buz noted that that was the exact spot where he broke his toe on the rocks last year.  He now doesn’t wear an open toe shoe while paddling…

Once back on the water, we paddled further upstream to about the point where Seneca Creek comes into the Potomac from the north and there is a forbidding set of rapids that we would have had to portage to get past.  We decided to turn around and float back down river to our entry point.  That was perfect for me.  I wasn’t tired but I was ready to head back.

Buz said he got quite the good work out.  He hadn’t paddled since we shot down the Shenandoah near  Front Royal twice in two days over Memorial Day weekend while camping out at a friend’s place on the river.  I can’t believe that it is that time already but we’ll be up there next weekend for the Labor Day festivities.

Kayaking on the Potomac River, Brunswick, MD 20090816

I drove up to Brunswick, MD, to paddle on 16 August.  It is about a 45 mile drive and longer than I would normally drive for an afternoon paddle but I hadn’t paddled up there so I figured WTF, eh?  The river, though low, seemed to be running fairly well by my estimation.  It took me a good hour plus to get upstream a couple of miles.

I got up to a point where I could see Weverton Cliffs which is a vantage point on the Appalachian trail that I have hiked to from both the north and south.  The view from there to Harper’s Ferry and the junction of the Shenandoah and Potomac Rivers is awesome!

Memories and Melancholy

I got a bit melancholy the other day as I was reading the travel section in the Washington Post.  For some reason, the article I was reading made me think about Canada and places I had been to there repeatedly due to work.  One place is St. Georges de Beauce in Quebec, another is old Quebec City, and the other is Toronto in Ontario.  St. Georges and Quebec City were places I went to for business and pleasure when I worked for Canam Steel and Toronto I went to for business while I was working for DDi…that was a pleasure also.

St. Georges is a fairly small town where Canam’s IT department was headquartered.  I remember fondly (not fondling) being entertained on the town by my Canadian coworkers.  At the end of  trip up there I would usually take a couple of personal days at my expense in old Quebec City.  It is probably not much harder to find an old world, read “European,” environment than Quebec City in North America expect perhaps for Montreal.

My favorite place to stay in old Quebec City is the Hotel Le Clos Saint Louis which is comprised of two old merged townhouses with a variety of accommodations that were always reasonably priced, especially, considering the location and included a free breakfast in the basement of the place, which kind of put me on edge, being in the basement that is.

I have a vague recollection of departing the place very early in the morning one time, waiting for my cab to the airport, and realizing I had left one of my bags in the foyer and already dropped off my key.  There was no one on the front desk that early and repeated attempts to roust someone via the door buzzer were futile.  I had no cell phone at the time but when the cabbie showed up we used his phone to call the hotel to no avail.  Meanwhile, I needed to get to the airport!  Finally, as desperation was peaking, some folks came walking out the door, I ran in, grabbed my bag, jumped in the cab, and made it to the airport on time.

Toronto has supposedly the largest immigrant population of any city in the world…over 50%.  That in and of itself meant good things to me.  I met people from all over the world and ate their food.  The remarkable friendliness and kindness of the immigrants made me question why there was so much strife and hatred in our world.  Toronto’s location on Lake Ontario, thankfully, makes up for it’s unbelievable flatness.  Best of all though were the friends I made at DDi Toronto.  We worked hard together, we had some good times, they had a birthday cake for me in the office one day, and I went out with a few folks who treated me to dinner that night.

So I am a bit sad thinking back.  I have been out of work for so long that I reflect back on the work relationships that so define our day to day existence.  They really did and continue to mean a lot to me.

Raining in Vermont

All summer I have been hearing from friends in Vermont about how miserably rainy the whole summer has been.  Fortunately, yesterday, for the Vergennes Union High School Class of ’79 reunion the weather was perfect.  It was sunny and in the low to mid-80’s.  The folks who coordinated the reunion did a great job and there was a pretty good turnout.  It was nice to have a chance to talk to old friends!

Anyhow, I started my trip up here on Thursday, which was a beautiful day.  I kayaked on the Susquehanna River a bit north of Harrisburg, PA, en route Watkins Glen from home.  I camped in the state park there for the night and the rains started at about midnight.  I broke camp in the morning in  the rain and it rained on and off most of the day.  Yesterday was beautiful but today the rains came back with a vengeance.

This is putting a damper (no pun intended) on my kayaking and camping plans, to say the least….

Trip to Vermont for VUHS Class of 79 Reunion (Not That I Graduated There)

I will be, depending on the results of a job interview I had yesterday, heading out of the DC area north toward Vermont on Thursday, 30 July.  I would like to stop in the Scranton area to kayak on the Susquehanna River and visit an old Navy buddy in Avoca or camp in the area.  Should those plans come to fruition, I hope to be up at Linda Devino’s the next day around noon.

Saturday I will go to the reunion at D.A.R. State Park, which is about a 5 minute walk from the Devino’s.  My good friend, Danny Mack, will be in the area visiting his mother…we hope to hook up sometime other than during the reunion.  My good friend, Mike Livingston, who lives in Middlebury is another person with whom I would like to hook up at a time other than the reunion, hopefully at his camp in Ripton.  I love that place.  I would be happy to hook with anyone else that might be around while I am in the area.

Otherwise,  I will be traveling about Vermont kayaking and camping for a week or so.  I hope to get back up to Brighton State Park where I spend a very enjoyable three nights last October.  I would also like to get up to Lake Carmi State Park, Grand Isle State Park, and paddle in Lake Willoughby, the Missisquoi National Wildlife Refuge,  and Otter Creek.

I did all of this last October (see the pictures) less hitting Lake Carmi but I did it off-season.  I might have some difficulties during the peak of the summer vacation season getting the awesome campsites I got last year in October.  I would also greatly enjoy spending a night at Ed Devino’s deer camp in Pittsfield if I can swing it.  Who is to say whether or not I will be able to fit all this in especially since I would like to get a day or two of camping and paddling in New York state either in the Adirondacks or the Finger Lakes on the way back home.

To top it all off, my brother-in-law, Ed Davidson, who is from Rutland will be there visiting his folks.  He of course wants to show me some of his world and introduce me to his folks and I want to show him Vermont from my perspective.  So much to do and so little time.

Oh, and we will be drinking some beers and playing some Cornhole!

Rain “On Your Scooter” Much?

I started off two Saturday’s ago at about 1100 on the scooter (2003 Kawasaki ZRX-1200R) for West Virginia on Route 50.  Route 50 has some great curves from Gore, VA to Rt. 219 in West Virgina.  I had intended to take 219 south to Elkins, WV, where, if I remember correctly, my old boss, Charlie Adams, went to college.  From there I hoped to find the most entertaining roads that would take me back east to Centreville.

Unfortunately, I just got into the curves on Rt. 50 and did not even make it to Romney, WV, when the clouds and weather began to look most ominous.  I stopped at a gas  station at the intersection of 50 and 29 South.  It was about 1300…I dismounted…used the restroom…and started on my lunch.  It was about then that the rain started.

I was able to finish my lunch and get my gear on my bike  covered up without too many issues.  I put the rain cover on my tank bank since my valuables, cell phone, and cameras were in that.  My tail bag had only a pair of sandals and my flexible cooler, in which was my lunch and water bottles so I wasn’t to concerned about how wet that got.

Thinking that I was going to be able to ride out of the rain by heading immediately south, I only put on my upper body rain liner.  After encountering more rain and coming to a store at an intersection, I stopped to put on my rain paints.  I am darn glad I did!

I had about a 50 or 60 mile ride south in front of me and then about 90 miles  back to Centreville.   I kept the rain gear on the whole time.  Headed south after putting on my rain pants,  I rode through some serious rain squalls with heavy winds and downpours.  My rain gear is pretty good.  I stayed pretty dry considering the conditions.

Unfortunately, the rain put a damper on the technical aspects of the ride.  It made me think though.  Heading east on Rt. 211, you cross over two mountain ranges with great curves going up and down the mountains.  Unfortunately, the road is very popular with bikers, many of who are not good riders and/or take the curves at speeds beyond their abilities.

At the top of the mountain coming down from Skyline Drive, there was a sign saying that the next three miles were locations of lots of motorcycle accidents.  Sadly, as I carefully, it was sprinkling, took my corners down the mountain, I came around a corner and saw a police car and a fire truck parked on the outside of the next corner.  There were the ruins of a sport bike wrapped up in the guardrail on the outside of the corner.  Stupid.

While trying to find out about that specific accident, I found that that route is notorious for rude, obnoxious sport bike riders and accidents as a result of their inexperience.

NTL, rain and bike accident not withstanding, it was a pretty fun ride.  I saw a Sunbeam Tiger and a Willy’s Jeep, not very common occurences these days. (Pictures from the Internet.)

The coolest thing I saw on the trip, forgive me if I don’t get it exactly right, was a street named, “Keister Hoover.”  From my experience, the word “keister” means rump.  So the street name then is named a “butt vacuum?”