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2 weeks… Into the Wild

The hours are turning into weeks and my return to Vermont, my adventure into the folds of dream-destiny, is just two weeks away. My return to the wilderness with which I identify… the connection between place, spirit, and passion, is glowing like a beacon at the end of an exhausting journey. Some people follow their passion and allow things to fall into place…and others… just want to follow the sun. I’m no longer sure what I’m following – perhaps I’m lost in my own confusion, my crazy loneliness, and reuniting with my sense of place.  I miss living in Vermont (I do not miss living in the United States). The most organic farms, the most breweries, and the most artisan cheesemakers per capita in the United States… The area in which I live has been named the #1 Food Town in America by Eating Well Magazine.  Is there any doubt as to why I would feel more connected to my landscape, more at peace with myself in Vermont, than anywhere else…? Considering more than two hundred years of heritage upon Greensboro soil… My forefathers (and mothers) are the very agrarian ancestors that settled (1781) and worked the soil that is now heralded…(by the New York Times, for example…)

Reflections upon time spent in Copenhagen – my tenure at Nørrebro Bryghus, enduring friendships, and impossible romance – shall never cease to find a place in my heart…

Best to enjoy my remaining moments…

Last weekend, Peter Sonne (Halsnæs Bryghus) and I guest brewed a Black Rye IPA at Svaneke Bryghus in Bornholm with brewmaster, Jan Paul. 70 ibus of Simcoe and Columbus in the whirlpool. To be named Black Hill IPA (the hills behind my home in Vermont are called the Black Hills…) Also, sitting in the fermenters in Ryesgade are Hill Pale Ale, Seven Russian Imperial Stout, North Bridge Extreme, Double Knot Brown, Skargaards Porter, Biere de Miel, and some misc. barrels – such as an American oak barrel with Skargaards Porter, cocoa nibs, and coffee beans…

Today I’m on the island of Fanø (just 10 minutes off the southwestern coast of Denmark and 3 hours west of København) at Fanø Bryghus – where I have assumed the position of “consultant” to their restructuring and launch of brewing operations. Kasper and I just finished drinking (well, taking a sip and then spitting out) an infected bottle of 2008 Alesmith Decadence. Strange. Very. In the meantime…

I’ll keep dreaming… Hoping that the glass will find its way to half full…yearning for peace of mind…tranquility…answers…(purpose). Anyone?

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