Didn’t Mean to Beat a Dead Horse – a Startling

Didn’t Mean to Beat a Dead Horse – a Startling Look at the Crust of the Earth

Ewww.., ick, who would drink a Dead Horse beer anyway? our guest turned her nose up and eyed me with suspicion. Her skepticism caught me, and I had to laugh. I really hadnt thought much about it as the Dead Horse Ale from the Moab Brewery provided the right taste for the moment and I had enjoyed that taste for a couple of years now.

I didnt want to belabor the discussion, beating a dead horse about brews, as major world political issues had to be resolved within a matter of hours, over plates of steaming spaghetti back up a mountain canyon on a cold Montana winter evening. Still, our little extended family gathered around the table had to know that the host didnt just have a twisted outlook and a penchant for brew from dead horses. I hate to leave that impression.

Finding this label and ale flavor on the shelves in Missoula, Montana had evoked memories from the murky distant past of a Christmas jaunt in the Moab, Utah area years ago. We had no idea where we were headed as we left Moab that Utah winter morning after Christmas. My wife, brother, my parents and I...