When I do get around, I write about it. If you want to read exclusively about my visits to United States presidential sites, you can do that over here.
Ages ago I drove past the Dick Bong Recreation Area. So, that's another thing you can visit, if you want.
July 9, 2007
There comes a time in every young boy's life where he must ask, "Where do fruity girl beers come from?" and "Why do I like them so much?" The answers: Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin, and because real men aren't threatened by their love of alcoholic candy.
I stopped at the Leinenkugel brewery on Tuesday afternoon to break up my drive from Chicago to Duluth; it was a choice between the brewery and the National Freshwater Fishing Hall of Fame. It was an agonizing decision, except for the facts that a) I hate fishing and b) the brewery gives away free booze samples. The tour is neat -- the brewery has been around since 1867 in the same location. It was founded by a fat German immigrant whose whole family was in the beer industry (and still is five generations later). They have aging tanks so big that you'd you'd have to have four beers a day for 75 years to empty one. How do they make the flavoring for Sunset Wheat, the lemonade-flavored Summer Shandy, BerryWeiss, and HoneyWeiss? By torturing magical pixies. They waterboard them with vats of regular Leinenkugel until it takes on their flavor. I saw it with my own eyes.
The highlight of the day, however, was realizing that I am turning into my dad. I remember going on tours with my family and being embarrassed when dad would ask questions that "slowed down" the group. I am now that guy. I try to stand near tour guides and I ask questions constantly, to the point where the rest of the group seems to resent my presence. It annoys me that other people don't ask more questions. It makes me happy if I prolong a tour so much that the next scheduled tour catches up. There wasn't even an admission fee for the Leinenkugel tour and I wanted to get my money's worth.
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