YOU HAVE TO DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE

Those of you who know me or have read the header on my Beer Blog will know that my five year plan was to visit every microbrewery in the golden state.  Well, so much for aiming high.

With the influx of breweries who insist on dabbling in the dark arts of fruit flavoring and, god forbid, food pairings, I have made an executive decision to amend my vision. 

I conceived this plan while dwelling in Quincy with its population of 5000. After a year here in Insanity Cruz just the thought of multiple forays into the densely packed hell that is Los Angeles (7500 people per square mile…) only to find beers filled with blueberries or sushi grade tuna or whatever leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth and a knot in my belly.  I mean lets face it… 1870 was the last time that LA was the same size as Quincy and back then Quincy had a brewery of its own so why bother?

I’m not some corn-fed beauty from the Midwest longing to be in movin’ pitchers and, even as a child, Disneyland was something to watch on TV and generated absolutely no desire to actually organize a visit.  The California of my childhood was the coastal redwoods, a mission or two and the golden gate bridge tempered with the stories of Sutter’s Mill and the Donner Party.

Armed with this personal view, I intend to sketch a rough line east from Pismo Beach to Needles and cede everything south of it back to Mexico.  Sure we lose the Getty Museum but we get to keep nearly all the trees and Lone Pine where most of the movies of my childhood were filmed anyway.  And hey, that will move Northern California up so it includes the stuff above Sacramento. It’s a win/win situation in my book… are you with me people?