Bik Sky Powder Hound Winter Ale finishes Utah

I spent the better part of my final morning getting all the black and double black's in, including my favorite, Daily Chute #9, which is in the left 1/3 of the picture below, where that first hump is:

Here is Rob about to dive in:

Everywhere there was really great powder that morning. Couldn't have asked for a better way to end the trip.

 

Mandatory tourist picture with the new run bearing my middle name. 

A fitting beer at the end of my powder filled day.

Back at the lodge, I closed out my Utah run with a Montana Big Sky brewing Winter Ale. This Powder Hound has a sweet caramel malt and a nutty finnish. It is a very different type of winter ale and reminds me more of a spring or even fall beer. It's a good brew, but not for me. If you enjoy malty concoctions then pick it up. THE ISLAND rating.

Big Sky Moose Drool makes me want to french kiss some Moosen

Hello Utah, I'm in Park City! Me, the parentals and friends the Veselka's arrived hopping to chow down on grub and delicious local brew at The Wasatch Brew Pub but were confronted with a 45 minute wait so we headed next door to an Italian restaurant for a Carne pizza (italian meat lovers) and a beer from Missiula, Montana: Moose Drool.

Love a good beer name

Such a sexy name, Moose Drooool is a brown ale that pours a dark hue and has high carbonation. He drools nutty with a tinge of coffee as you finish tasting the saliva. Overall, it's very similar to english brown ales, and I don't know if it's the carbonation or the smooth malts, but I actually prefer this over Newcastle. Bold words I know, but it's uniqueness made an impression. If you encounter this moose, drink his milkshake. TRANSFORMERS rating.

So what's the plural of Moose - Mooses, Moosen or Meesen? It's a fun and legendary debate, but how often do you encounter multiple Moose in the wild? I actually did encounter a pair, Mom and Calf, one college summer at a Sigma Chi leadership course out in the god forsaken woods and the above question never entered my mind. My only reaction was, "Shards, that's a big f*cking Moose." And then I ran away like a girl scout because getting between a 1,000 pound mother and calf was not how my fortune teller told me I would die.