Bend

Long Rest: Bend

4/27-5/4/2023

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Oh glorious Bend, our beloved brown ale. If someone took the northern woods of Minnesota and transplanted it in the PNW, added a few mountains for good measure, you’d end up with Bend. The nutty, earthy, rich brown pint that makes you want to throw on some flannel and smell some pine trees.

The brown of the bark and pinecones of the pine trees you can smell every time you walk outside. The condensed coniferous forest feels cozy and comfortable, like a big blanket to wrap yourself in.

The brown of the logs in the cabin-esque architecture. The homes that allow you to feel part of nature instead of imposed upon it. The cabin memories of wood stoves and saunas, wooden rocking chairs and moccasin-covered feet.

The brown of the dirt in the trails you hit each morning. The dirt nest a trail doggo makes to burrow into. The dirt you wash from your scrapes and cuts after taking a header over a bike. It is called eating dirt after all.

A week didn’t feel long enough, but we had to keep exploring. Who knew what other wonderful places there were to discover yet. A long drawn out goodbye as you savor the last sips of the delicious brown ale that will take a place among the favorites.