It's not my fault I love beer!

I know exactly when it started. I was there the second it began. I remember grabbing that cold bottle as the opening touched my lips and I felt the salt tingle my tongue as the golden ale filled my mouth. I giggled with delight and begged nana for more...she said no!

It is my grandmother's fault that I love beer so much. As soon as we even looked like we were going to take our first step, she would coax her grandchildren in to taking that lunge, that short walk, that trek in to "beervana!" It's no wonder that most of us in our family love beer. There is nothing like a cold one after finishing the gardening on a hot summer day or enjoying one with my honey on the front porch in the afternoon. But, in the last two years, my tastes for beer have changed dramatically. I no longer crave the average brew. I need flavor, I need substance and mostly...it needs to be iced cold, served in a glass or bottle and it needs to be local!

I am so stinking lucky to live here. And, if Oregon was a drug...it would be my drug of choice! Besides boasting the best beer in the country, if not the world, Oregon can entice you to taste all it's good stuff. Offering temptations in the form of food and drink, it's desire to drag you up a trail just to show off that humongous waterfall or make you stare at that tree that caught your eye cause you could swear it's on fire is Oregon's way of sucking you in till you don't wanna leave. Whatever it is that draws you in to it's soul, can make you wonder...am I in heaven? Oregon can do that to a person.

So much more to see, to taste, to visit, to hike, to swim, to play and to drink! Do I have time?