It is one of those autumn afternoons when the sky is a deep azure, the air is crisp, and the sun turns everything it touches into gold. Shorebirds hunt the rivulets in the shadow of Turkey Mountain, yellowing leaves of the cottonwood flutter along the banks, dark pockets of the forest are pierced by rays of brilliant light. Today I need no reminder of why I run.
It was New Belgium's Red Hoptober for the recovery. This a great Fall seasonal. It has a smooth, almost creamy feel, with piney hops, toasty backbone and a dry finish.