Mission: Beer-possible [Cue Music]

The mission, if we choose to accept, required us to cart homebrew up to Brooklyn, NY. The plot was devised by little sister, to provide libations for her rehearsal dinner the night prior to her wedding. Brewing batches of witbier, pumpkin ale, and Not Your Mother's would be easy. The task of trucking the hooch 1,030 miles, and appealing to the ever so discriminating tastebuds of hipsters seemed much more formidable. Nonetheless, mission accepted. [Cue the message to self destruct] After months of preparations, the cache of kegs was secured in the back of the vehicle, and we set off. We forged through the urban jungle of Atlanta, and ventured on to the Appalachian Foothills. Not to be too distracted by the beautiful fall foliage we arrived at Checkpoint Alpha: Oskar Blues Brewery. Brewery founder, and Auburn alum, Dale Katechis's East of the Mississippi production site provided a safe house for us travelers from his home state.

 As soon as we walked through the archway of empty cans, and up the stairs to the tap room, the great staff welcomed us. After a shared flight, which included an aged sour, aptly named "Golden Sour" that had a chardonnay like aroma, and a "Mole Pils", a cask conditioned version of their "Yella Pils" with cinnamon, coffee, cocoa nibs, and peppers (Still kinda scratching my head on that one) we continued on our route. But not before I ordered a Crowler to go. What's that you ask? What's a Crowler? It's a can. It's a growler. A Crowler. A 32oz aluminum can that can keep straight from the tap beer sealed and fresh for days, weeks, months, and maybe even longer. If that's the case, make it two Crowlers. With samples loaded up and stickers slapped onto kegs like a stamped passport, we left the friendly confines of Oskar Blues and stared straight into the next leg of our journey, The Blue Ridge Mountains. No literally, they were right there in front of us. The brewery is surrounded by these beautiful rolling mountains. Great view.