Just when I thought an mtb ride ending at a brewery wuz da bomb, my brother shows me how it's really done up Denver way. Evergreen ride followed by ole fashioned pig roast + keg by Great Divide brewery courtesy those good folks employed by the National Park Service.
My brother? Yah, he's one lucky hombre.
And the pig? He was a good pig, God rest his soul.
Edit: closed our day with spirited round of kick the can. Would say it was like being a kid again but I think I pulled something. Can someone pass the ibuprofen?