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| "Is it just me, or is it getting crazier out there?" - Joker Sloppy mess with nowhere to go. Malibu Beach and Surf Avenue, 10/28/2021. |
Descent to the end of surf. Love to believe I'll be able to squeeze in some weekend surf, but the weather is startin' to cool as well. Over the past week the water had dropped into the upper 60's. A soaking 'noreaster...Tropical Storm Wanda snaked her way across our coast. Gusting winds that twisted the surf into a disorganized $hitshow. Mashed, pretty much. Not worth risking the sticks. So, decided to do the BZ Boogie. By the time I'd clawed into the lineup, I ended up enduring the sucking and yawing of the passing troughs, trying to hold position and catch a breath. Just wearing the rubber top, but the struggle kept me plenty warm. Battling closeouts to avoid being caught inside. Finally just made the commit and dropped in on a lefty. Pretty much just that. Dropped from top to bottom. Think the slick barely skimmed the face as I was practically slammed to the bottom. Did manage to pull into the turn and ride it all the way to the beach. Done. Too dark. and thinkin' too rough for another paddle out. To live to surf another day is always good.
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| Into the mayhem. Short term sesh- 66th and Holidays, 10/28/2021. |
Three days later. Wanda behind. Halloween descending. Neighborhoods of Berlin twisted into a monstrous mash once again. Pretty much. CVD-19 had quieted down, although I think we are far from done. This has not so much been a pandemic full of fear, more like a pandemic used to control through fear. Halloween...a soiree used to control our own fear, if only temporarily.
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One of my favorite Fall brews. Allagash's Haunted House is a Dark Ale hoppy enough to be included in the best of Black IPAs. Pitch black pour, 2 finger brown- ish, fluffy head. Nose of herbal hops, coffee, and roasted malt. Tastes of more roasted coffee, and chocolate. Yin sweet, yang bitter. 6.33% ABV. 65 IBUs. Rated an A. |
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| Gotta start somewhere- started in West O... |
A night to wind, cut, carve, and otherwise glide down the local streets collecting a trove of candy from local ghouls, most of which gets tossed by Thanksgiving. Wife and Daughter took advantage of the periodic audits of our Granddaughter's stash. Couldn't feel sorry...she was doing her own sample inspections. I'd have my own brew treat or two waiting at home. The townsfolk did a dynamite job. Spooky stoke. Good times.
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| Return of The Crowd! |
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Really startin' to like Belgians. Devil's Reach poured a hazy, straw yellow. Finger of fizzy white head. Aromas of berries and citrus. Dist- inct Belgian yeast with and pear in the flavors. Refreshing bitter finish at 25 IBUs. Too many at 8.6% ABV will lead you into the depths. Court- esy Cape May Brewing. Rated an A-. |
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Heavy Seas. The locals' popular pick. Dark Anchor Porter tossed down the signature porter smoke mixed with dark chocolate in the scent. Tasted of chocolate covered roasted malt. Inky black abyss pour. 2-finger brown head. 6.8% ABV. 25 IBUs. Smooth. Rated a B. |
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| Tall-side Mermaid. |
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I am a pumpkin beer fan...got me a Chocolate Pumpkin Porter. Pumpkin pie spices, nutmeg, cinnamon, and chocolate flavors and aromas rounded out the treat. Overindulge and the 7.8% ABV will be the trick to a painful AM. Solid twisted take on a pumpkin brew. Rated a B+. |
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| Local ghost ship. |
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| End of the dark, touched by the light; 'cross the way sunrise view. St. Martin River, post 'Ween. 11/1/2021 |
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