85 Day 6 Wave to Inde: Craft Beer and Dreams

Somewhere between Westgate and Oelwein we spotted a little slice of Ragby heaven: a farm yard, covered in evenly planted tall pine trees, sweet, cool grass, and craft beer. We'd had a couple near misses with the craft beer tent, but not today.

We all pulled over and had some fun in beer heaven.

This will be my online dating profile picture. 

Steven even managed to get a coveted "I tapped it" tshirt for buying the beer that killed one of the kegs.

Tapped it! Photo courtesy of Steven.

Then we took our beers and retreated to a spot under the trees for a mid-afternoon nap, or in my case a "booze snooze." 

Beavers nap in clusters: Thanks Too Much for the Photo!

I feel like there were stories at this spot, but for the life of me, I can't remember anything that happened here. Did something funny happen with the troopers? Did we meet someone we knew? All of that is lost to ragby memories. Blame it on the vodka. 

It was a slice of ragby heaven, though. All the beavers, relaxing, enjoying just being in this perfect moment: gorgeous, DRY! weather, tasty craft beer, friends, and a Friday afternoon with nothing before us but more bike riding and beer drinking. 

Is this heaven?

No, it's ragby.