On a climb to the top of Basalt Mountain from the Permaculture Institute, there is a tree that has received a great deal of damage from tumbling rocks and boulders on a steep ravine above it. One of these rocks appears to have been caught by the tree, whom I have named "Sisyphus" after the mythical character destined to push a large boulder up the hill, only to have it roll down again.
Sisyphus proudly announces my "Summertime Rye Ale", made with a good dose of sweet rye grain, a real thirst-quencher.
MT
Saturday, July 16, 2011
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