I think the first barley win I ever had was on a camping trip to Chequamegon National Forest. I was up there with a group of mountain bikers (most older than me) while I was in college. After multipl Sierra Nevada Big Foots I stumbled off into the darkness to use the toilet. After exiting the bathroom I soon realized I didn’t remember what path I had come down. I think I walked up to about eight different camp sites (peering just from outside the ring of light) to find my group.
This barley wine was darn tasty. For being so alcoholic it really didn’t taste it, which is a good thing in my book. I’ll definitely have another, and I just did 🙂
