The day after Überwintern, Quebec friends David and Isabel (www.allezy.net), Ottawa amigo Sean, riding partner Mason a.k.a. the Bad Man, and my family decided we’d recuperate by riding to the local brewery.
Our Sunday pilgrimage to Lost Nation, Morrisville’s lager brewery, has become a tradition. Home to fantastic brews and cuisine, the Lost Nation provides a promising carrot on a stick even on the mentally foggiest of mornings. And it’s a short commute. After a quick bushwhack through the back yard and short pedal down a defunct rail bed the warm confines of the brewery await.
I’ll let the pictures do the rest of the telling…
My fav’ shot of the trip, Dave and Isa’ approach the brewery in the January’s late day light.
Come on in.
Not you Lou!
Mmmmmmm, A pint of Pitch Black (Dunkel) and a couple Black Albert Belgian Royal Stouts. Like a meal in a glass.
Big beer little Booboo.
See you all next Sunday.