For perhaps the first time ever, the Oregon Brewers Festival started with a bleak and rain-soaked first day. But, like Noah from the Bible, we built an ark out of old OBF plastic cups and counterfeit tokens to sail those seas. While some looked upon the grey clouds with doom, I thought upon a great cleanse that would wash away the infamously frat boy-heavy, unclean masses to make way for the enlightened beer geeks. Parting the seas like Moses, I adorned traditional Portlandian rain attire and braved the wild of Tom McCall Waterfront Park and have returned with the gospel, handed down to me from above on digital tablets.
The Oregon Brewers Festival continues through this Sunday, now with fewer biblical rain showers.
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