By C. Baker
We landed in Reno. It was my first time touching down in “The Biggest Little City in the World.” I didn’t get to explore, but it appeared to have the feel of Vegas, a place that resides at the very bottom of my ‘places to visit list’. My wife and I were picked up at the airport by her parents who were road tripping. We were heading to see Uncle Smokey and Aunt Karen who live near Quincy, CA. Quincy is a small town nestled in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. With a population of about 1,700, you may miss it if you blink. Settled as a Gold Rush community in the mid-1800s, its current claim to fame is The High Sierra Music Festival.
Uncle Smokey, who knows my affection for beer, said we should stop at a newish brewery that opened on the CA-70 about 20 miles SE of Quincy in Blairsden, CA. Fortunately, I have the coolest In-Laws in the world. They were already planning to stop. A stop we missed. The small, folding sign on the side of the road was hard to see at traveling speed, but conveniently there was a turn-around about a ¼ mile where CA70 meets the 89. We re-traced our steps and pulled in on the dirt and gravel road where the sign was.
The first thing that came to mind as we drove in was that we were going to die. I was thinking along the lines of ‘The Texas Chainsaw Massacre’. It was forested, undeveloped and there was no sign of a brewery. When was Leatherface going to pop out? As we drove slowly up the road we saw disc golf targets scattered throughout the woods. Wow, how cool. As we rounded the last corner of the unimproved road the brewery came into view and we knew we had reached our destination, The Brewing Lair. Read More…
This post was written by C Baker on September 16, 2013