I am happy to announce that I, too, am a member of the 400 Brewery Club! I even have the shirt to prove it. The shirt says “I have been to 400 breweries. Ask me how.” Luckily no one did ask me because I haven’t figured out an answer. I am currently taking suggestions on a witty response to that question. To suggest a response, please e-mail me.
On Saturday, we went on a little van trip with some friends up to the Hood River area. I couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful day as we headed east on Hwy 84 for my date with destiny.
The first stop was Elliott Glacier Brewhouse in Parkdale at the foot of Mt Hood. We celebrated my 400th by sitting outside in the glorious sunshine with an incredible view of the snow capped peak. The beer was good and the company and setting made it memorable… certainly much more memorable than #300.
Then it was on to the Hood River for the meat of the tour.. three breweries all within walking distance of each other.
First stop was Big Horse Brewpub on the hill overlooking the town. Big Horse was a rest stop as we had more 3 breweries to go. We just ordered a sampler tray.
Walking down the street brought us to Double Mountain Brewery. A smallish brewpub, the bar area was crowded so we got to sit in the expansive garage area made even better when they opened the door. While they are more known for the IPAs Hot Lava and Molten Lava, I was happy to share a pitcher of excellent Kölsch with our friends.
With finished up the Hood River portion around corner at Full Sail as several of our party had never been there. We are always amazed by the ‘new’ Full Sail because we can remember our first visit in 1994 to the ‘rustic’ version. Thanks to our friend Rowdy, it was our first ‘industry’ party and we got to meet beer personalities such as Bill Owens.
We ended an almost perfect day with the highlight brewery; Walking Man Brewery in Stevenson, Washington. Walking Man has excellent beer, including a Kölsch and a Black Cherry Stout. The standout, however, was the Big Black Homo, an imperial IPA made with black malt. Believe me, we got a lot of mileage out of double entendres on that one! The joke is that the imperial IPA is called Homo Erectus and all the beers they derive from it have a play on the name… for example, the bourbon aged version is called “My Old Kentucky Homo”.
The setting was great and we felt like we were hanging out in someone’s backyard, complete with the neighbor playing his bagpipes on the other side of the shrubs. The brewer Jacob was generous enough to offer us a tour of the brewery and Bob, the owner, joined us for a pint. Another great day in my beer world.
We had an early flight home on Sunday and a short week before heading to England, so after five breweries, we called it a day. And a great day it was…

We started the day bright and early out at the golf course at McMenamin’s Edgefield for the 4th Annual Sasquatch Brew Am. The tournament pairs brewers, beer celebrities and beer fans in a suds filled romp around Edgefield’s par 3 course.
Unfortunately, we had to leave the BrewAm early because we were volunteering at the festival. We were very excited because we got to be more than ‘bread cutters’. This time we actually poured beer.
I am proud to say that I joined the 400 club last night with Hopworks Urban Brewery being the milestone brewery added to my tally. A couple of friends joined us as we enjoyed the HUB beers. And we even ran into our father and son friends, Ben and Matt, who we met last year at the festival.
Our first stop in Portland was Alameda Brewhouse, located in the Beaumont Village area of Northeast Portland. Here we enjoyed lunch and a sampler set as well as a conversation with the owner Matt Schumacher. The highlight beer for us was the lager. This sounds kind of boring but in the current world of hops and barrels, a nice crisp lager is a welcome change.


It was one year ago at the
We went straight to The Wet Dog Cafe/Astoria Brewing Company for beer and lunch. We then walked the beaches of where the Columbia River meets the Pacific Ocean. It was beautiful and the force of the waters was surprisingly strong and loud. When I mean loud, I mean not only the water, but also the scream of the Caspian Terns. A sound that was kind of neat at the beginning became more tiresome as the day and night wore on. In a group, they sound like a cat fight or babies crying. Despite the call of the wild, we just enjoyed being in the fresh Oregon air. A nice change from the Basin Complex fire induced smokey air of home.
For dinner, we went to
The Year in Beer visits Portland, Oregon in July as we attend the 21st Annual Oregon Brewers Festival. Portland is a mecca for craft beer in the United States and the OBF is arguably the best craft beer festival.