We stopped at the Moose Jaw Saloon. An ancient watering hole for locals. Classic Colorado decor. The gentleman who was the cook was filling in as the server as well. So we could order food and drink but not pay until the actual server returned. It was quite funny when I kept trying to pay and the guy wouldn't take my money.
After a bit of rest and a couple pitchers of water and some delicious fries we began to walk around Frisco. Frisco is definitely a different style than Avon or Copper Mountain. Older. Not as polished and shiny. Lots of fun little shops with antiques and kitschy items. Obviously asking was a huge theme. It's interesting to have an entire area set up for winter when you arrive in the summer. Our villas has two fireplaces and no air condotioning. It's like having dinner at a place that specializes in breakfast. It's awesome but slightly incongruent.
We walked down the marina and found the Back Country Brewery. We decided to try a flight and rest our legs again.
The Wheat was especially good for a hot day and bike weary. The Amber was solid if not spectacular. The Breakfast Stout was both an excellent represent of the style and a reminder that I really don't love that coffee taste. The two seasonals were not my favorites. Their Maibock wasn't as crisp as Summit's but in all honesty my Maibock experience is pretty slim. The Imperial Saison was incredibly flora and just a bit too over powering for me. I expected more balance. Leo was pleased with the Pale Ale.
After we returned home and had dinner at Montana Smokehouse. Their brisket is supreme. And we had to get extra jalapeño corn bread with honey butter. So good.
The only downside to the entire day was the demise of my Adidas Sambas. Nearly 20 years is a heck of a run for a pair of shoes and they will be sorely missed. I might attempt to glue them back together because those boots had soul.
Yeah. Dad joke.
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