The June evening still felt warm around the edges as we turned onto Main Street in Louisville (don’t call it “Loo-ee-ville,” BTW). Finding a parking space was deceptively easy that Colorado night, given the normal state of affairs, and a good thing. We had friends playing bluegrass on the front stoop of 12° Brewing. After my hike that day up to the Flatirons, I was ready for a cold one or two.
We heard the picking had already begun as we pulled up to the picnic tables. My best pal went in to order us beers as we joined our friends at a table to listen to at least one pilot playing a stand-up bass. Few know the intersection between music and flying, but both trip the senses with kinesthetic joy.
Like a good IPA, a good saison, a white ale with coriander buzzing on my tongue… 12° Brewing specializes in the Belgian persuasions, and does a fine job, if I recall correctly. But the music was also doing a fine job of smoothing the rough edges of the day. We tipped through several tastes as the evening drew longer shadows, and I joined in for a round or two of “I’ll Fly Away.”
Come to think of it, a fly-by of 12° Brewing is surely in order the next time I’m in town…I miss that music, both of bluegrass and beer.
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- A saison and an IPA tilt the table at 12 Degree Brewing in Louisville, Colorado
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- A local bluegrass assemblage picking outside 12 Degree
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- The Mesa Trail cuts up to the base of the Flatirons…unmistakably beautiful!