The best beer I have drank was in the USA. I feel a story coming on, so sit back, pop a cool one and enjoy. This was also my introduction to camping. This took place in 1990.
I decided that a pilgramage of photographic proportions to the American Southwest was in the cards. My wife reluctantly agreed, and the car was packed for a month of travel, and off we went. It was an interesting month. But, on to the beer part. We traveled from Regina, Canada, south through Montana and over the Beartooth Pass (11,000 feet?) and into the Grand Tetons. >From there, we travelled south, through Wyoming, and into north east Utah. Near the town of Dutch John, our car calved on us, nearly self destructing in the process. It had to be towed off the side of a mountain, into the town of Vernal. Vernal, Utah is as misnamed as Greenland. Of course, we didn't know this, as it was after 9:00 at night, and I hadn't eaten since noon. The tow truck driver dropped us off at a Diefenbunker Motel on his way to dropping our car off at the Pontiac dealership. We walked into the motel, and checked in. Asked if there was anywhere around where a person could get a meal (it was 9:37 pm, and I was well over 9 hours from my ) The poor sot told me that the motel restaraunt had just closed. I replied, something like: "Watch my lips, I asked if there was someplace where I could get something to eat." He directed us to a 7-11 Yesterdays submarine sandwiches and Coor's beer on the balcony of the blockhouse motel. And that my friends, was the best beer I have ever had. William Robb
