Sleep In, notes from the Rogue.

"I've been surfing a couple of years...in the offseason. I'm not very good, but it's just something that to be out
 there in the water, no cell phone, no music...very few sports are as pure as that." 
                                                                                              -Troy Polamalu, former Steelers player
Post-Thanksgiving clean up, 7th Street & Malibu beach. 11/24/2017. (MSS Pic)

   I woke up Thanksgiving morning to my Wife doing the treadmill. What an example! One I did not follow. Should have. Kicked myself in the ass that I did not use the opportunity to grab that last surf of the year. Water has stayed warm...in the mid to upper 50's most of the month. Even the conditions, thigh to waist and semi-clean, screamed "carve me like a T-Day Turkey!" My sorry ass slept in. Add that I don't do much after the water drops below 50F. Didn't matter. Didn't go. Probably the last chance. 

OP Christmas Lights

Very busy weekend. Delaware dinner with my bros, both their  family and mine. Always cheerful chaos. 1st anniversary. Saint Michaels had our reservation all over it. Gettin'  the Point set up with Christmas stoke. December...another busy month coming up as we are heading to Chicago for Christmas. No worries. Back on the Eastern Shore. Keep telling myself...I will take advantage in the Spring!

Wades Point...still standin' after year 1.

Kemps' Camp...family lookout.

   Two brews to further my apathy. O'Connor Brewing's Great Dismal. A Black IPA. Black, like it's namesake, the Virginia-North Carolina swamp that was once part of the Intracoastal. Actually poured a dark brown with thin lacing and a single finger tannish-brown head. Smelled of sweet malt, pine and caramel. Flavor included the characteristic citrus of the hops. Resinous. Roasted... almost burnt taste. The 65 IBUs made it dankish, which helped. Couple of these 7.5% 'ers and I could almost forget about the missed session. Almost. Rated a B/B-.

   Leinenkugel's Pumpkin Patch Shandy. Brother served this up with Thanksgiving dinner. Poured a pale orange with a finger plus white head that dissipated as fast as the thin lacing. My I could see why my brothers would like this. Low alcohol at 4.2%. Almost no hop presence at 11IBUs. A Wheat Beer with pumpkin pie spices. Could smell the pie, but tasted watered down. Very weak. Added nothing to the meal. Rated a C-/D+.

"If you want to save a species, 

simply decide to eat it. Then it

will be managed- like chickens,

like turkeys, like deer, like

Canadian geese." - Ted Nugent

Offseason at Lookout Point, 2017.

Island Drift, from the Rogue's notes.

Edge of an island adrift. Assateague, MD side. 11/18/2017

Island, I see you in the distance
I feel that your existence
Is not unlike my own
-Jimmy Buffett, Island

   Completely drifted into the next season without any water-time. Standing on the eastern edge of a skid of sand in constant permutation. Winds and tides join in a continuous assault on the barrier island. A western slide. Ever closer to the mainland. Could feel the pull of the ocean as land moved in the opposite direction. Blowin' a gale on Assateague. Waters, while still in the upper 50's, were chopped and sectioned depending on how far out your gaze might fall. Walking onto the beach, the wind-chill is what gotcha. Seeping through your jacket. Saturating bones.

Had to keep moving. Hovering around 50, but into the 40's with the wind. Know I sound like a broken, whining record, but it's the wind that gets ya. Tide was up, wind blowing from the east. Not conducive to a good surf. A beach- comber's day. Despite feeling the "lack of," I took solace in watching my Wife and Granddaughter scour the sand for shells. Every new shell our Granddaughter picked up seemed to trump the previous. Child's wonder. And the wandering Island ponies only heightened her buzz. We tend to lose it in the rush of the everyday, but the magic of the Island tends to help me catch a breath. Slow down time...if only for an afternoon. 

   Full Sail Brewing Company can relate to our way of life in these parts. Craft brews along the Columbia River in Oregon. Full view of SUPs, windsurfers, kite boarders, and Sailboats. Have had their beer in the past. Always good stuff. Full Sail Amber, one of the better amber ales I have had this season. 6% ABV makes it hearty and warming. Clear copper pour and a finger or so off-white head. Lacing that lasted. Tasted of malts and iced tea. With orange and lemon. Nice floral and citrus notes. Aromas of biscuit and spice. The 31 IBUs gives this a clean, dry finish. Rated a B/B+.

Mollusk excitement.

Windblown weekend. Whitecaps on the river...Sunday, 11/19/2017.

Down South Way, from the Rogue's notes

Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel as seen from Fish'mans (Fisherman) Island. Cloudy, but mild (mid 60s) and

 this is the East-side, so...flat. Bad surf spot. Good fishin' venue. Hence the name. 11/4/2017.

   One of the vows upon the return to the coast was to head down south way. On a future day, for another surfing road trip. Last weekend, just a road trip. Eleventh hour provisions made. Wife and I even brought the pooch. Absolutely nothing to do with surfing. Like to try to tie in a break to each post. Somehow. Someways. Cruised across Fish'mans Island. Eastside facing the Ocean could argue some decent wave action from time to time. The con to that...accessible by boat only. Bayside west...facing the mouth of the Chesapeake...not so much. Pretty passive. Just passed by VA Beach. Nope, this trip was all about Williamsburg, VA. A hair inland. Sixty miles. Could argue a beer road trip. For the purposes of this post...that's my argument. That and a wee bit of history.  Especially the colonial era. Hard to find a more complete living example than Colonial Williamsburg. Wife gives me $hit because I get a tad carried away with the camera. Tend to get a lot of the same pics from trip to trip, so I tried to keep it original. Beer was! Gotta love it. We did.

Chowning's Tavern traffic.

Muzzle Flash, a hoppy amber ale from Williamsburg's Brass Cannon Brewing. Picked it up in the DoG Street Bottle Shop. Never made it out to the brewery...maybe next time. I liked this one. Nice hop bite (est. 50 IBUs) with a strong malt backbone. Big head on this, though I think it may have been a warm glass contributing. Poured a clear amber. Aromas of toffee and pine. Smooth finish. Sessionable at 5.8% ABV. Rated a B+.

Shops approaching the Capital Building

Wetherburn's Tavern

Merchant Square

Wethernburn's Tavern, where merriment was a specialty of the house. And no wonder with Bristol Ale on tap. Imported from bloody ol' England via Bristol, the beer at that time required high alcohol content and extra hops to keep it drinkable through the trip across the "pond."  Part of AleWerks Brewing's Historic collection; picked up at a colonial store in Merchant Square.  An English Strong Ale that poured a cloudy brown with sediment. Nice finger thick tan head. Smells of chocolate and malt. Tastes of vanilla and brown sugar. Smooth, slightly sweet, but crisp hop finish. This one is a strong hitter at 7.3% ABV. Rated a B.

 Discovered DoG (Duke of Gloucester) Street Pub on our last visit a couple years ago. Expanded since. Beer brings success. Success breeds expansion. Also within Merchant Square, we now had Hair of the Dog...an extensive bottle shop...in back. This place supported local brewers...Virginia's specifically. Obvious they love their craft. Did a collaboration with AleWerks to develop Maizie's ESB. Extra Special Bitter named after Maizie, the owner's pooch. At an estimated 30 IBUs and 6.1% ABV, poured a reddish-orange with a tan, finger thick head. Bitterness with little citrus up front. Toffee-malt hit in the back. Not a big fan of this one. The company dog got the better deal. Rated a C+.

The Virginia Beer Company was on our radar from the start of this trip. Like an approaching set in the distance, it didn't take long to hone in on this ride. Finished off the opening night with their 8-brew flight plan, sampling all on tap. Couple of belgians, IPA, DIPA, a blonde, and a Wheat Ale. Downing a reuben at lunch, I washed it back with the Saving Daylight Wheat Ale. Apropos considering it was the last day of DST. This was the brew that led us to our evening break and the tasting sesh. Light, straw yellow in color. Drank this directly from the can as well as the tasting. Distinct flavor from the Belgian yeast. Additional aroma and tastes of banana and grapefruit. Ever so light hopping on the end (25 IBUs) to produce a crisp, refreshing finish. A real session beer at 4.9% ABV. A starter in the Flight. Rated a B-.

"Fall back, and have another."

                  -DW

Closing Fife & Drum Corps.

Losing Daylight, from the Rogue's notes.

Relaxed stoke. Holidays on 66th, 11/2/2017.

Pull up, player! An eye on the beach at low tide. 11/2

   Managed a couple weekend sessions on Assateague during the summer months, but never did much of the OC coast except during the week. Didn't keep to my commitment. True offseason now as the next solstice approaches. The earlier sunsets mean I'm losing daylight. End of the weekday surf. Standard Time only allows weekends. Unless I'm off work...which ain't happenin' this season. Last week, did my final weekday of the year. This time I took my Wife's recommendation and reverted back to the rubber top. Always happy to minimize the rubber. Small surf. Semi-clean for the most part. Low tide but comin' in. Light east-southeast onshores. Air was hangin' around 70F. Water still in the upper 60's. Swell seemed to cross. Some rights. Some backside lefts. No real power. But the sets kept me shifting around for position (kept off the chill), and came in three and four at a time with a slight build from knee to thigh. Calm in between. Add a relatively full, bright moon to help judge the sets (as best I could) and I was surfin' well past nightfall. The early 70's band King Harvest had the vision. Supernatural. Considering the fast dropping sun and corresponding time crunch I've felt the last few times I've been out, I would have to agree. Very relaxing, almost supernatural night.
   Porters make very good transitional beers. Perfect for this time of year. Not real thick like the winter ales and stouts can be. Can be heavy enough to ward off any chill.

Case in point...Dewey Beer Company in Dewey Beach, Delaware. We payed a visit a few weeks ago. Joined by my brother and his wife. Did a flight and was impressed by Hobo Soup Porter. Kinda an Imperial at 7.1%. Poured a dark, dark brown. Light tan, 2-finger head. Thin lacing that dissipated quickly. But again, despite ABV level it did not feel heavy. Lofty aromas of toffee and raisin. Notes of coffee and light chocolate on the frontside. But what I really enjoyed was the balance of hops. Never been slaphappy about porters. Don't really think about about hoppy porters either, not that this was too much so. But, great balance. I'd estimate around 40-45 IBUs. Light bitterness on the backside that begged for another sip. Did not take long to finish off the crowler that I brought back. Felt it too. Rated this an A-/B+.

We get it almost every night
When that moon is big and bright
It's a supernatural delight
Everybody's dancing in the moonlight.
-King Harvest