The night of Tuesday the 28th I arrive at the Asheville greyhound station to catch my return bus to Atlanta, Georgia. I’m told the bus is running 30 minutes late, and because of this, I will assuredly miss my next transfer and my 5-hour bus ride will now take 13 hours.
I begin my drive from Denver at 4:30am, Monday the 13th, an hour and a half before sunrise. I’ve calculated the travel time and this is the latest I can leave to reach Dallas, Texas by nightfall, 1300 km (820 mi) away. The temperature is 10°C (50°F), which is unexpected but welcomed after -7°C (19°F) the previous night. My newly-acquired, heated gloves and socks keep me warm before sunrise, with relentlessly cooling wind extracting the heat from my fingers and toes as I barrel through the frozen countrysides, interspersed with the warmer cement cities.
The afternoon of the 5th, Dawn, Gabe, and I find ourselves at the Great Divide Brewery. We arrive shortly after 3pm to discover they’re running late on their hourly tour. I have just enough time to grab a glass of their Oak Aged Chocolate Yeti Imperial Stout, taste, and share before being led into the brewing chambers. It’s a short tour, but more informative than most. There are a few things that I note that I haven’t heard about or seen on other brewery tours.