Avery

We need to thank some of our strongest supporters, Avery Brewing Company. When we first arrived in Boulder, we had been awake for roughly thirty-two hours. It is one of the pleasures of working two full time jobs. Between awkward moments of waking up on the shoulder(s) of unsuspecting strangers and a complete bleary disconnect of my eyes, the kind where one twitches uncontrollably and the other chooses to forgo functioning without notifying you, we arrived at Avery Brewing Company and stood in a suspended transcendence while gazing at a system so much bigger than the one we are used to.

It was what we like to call our Tim Taylor moment (grunt, grunt, grunt, grab tool belt, fire up a power tool raised above your head, etc.) Needless to further articulate, it was amazing! Then, we met some of the most talented and truly kind people. Avery opened their doors and kettle to some amateurs with a pipe dream, perhaps in part because they have been like us at some point. When I imagine the craft beer industry in all it's utopian glory, I reference the interaction which led us to this point. Two girls, slightly lit up after an Avery tasting with Adam, contemplating when, if ever, we should ask for some advice. The fifteen or so pours of the Dictator and Demon series erased the two-hour prior inhibitions we had harbored. Screw it, what's the worst that can happen? Adam tells us we're crazy (which we already are fully aware of) and we gracefully thank him for the tasting and stumble home. But no, Adam was really excited; it was mind-blowing. Now, when someone approaches us with any idea or suggestion I value it. I think Adam and his team adhere to this rule and is largely why they are progressive and successful.