Yesterday, I went for a long run. Before I set off, I wasn't sure how far I'd go, I hoped for at least 20 miles.
That day was overcast with no wind and the high temperature would be 43. We haven't had temps that high for almost two weeks so it felt like a heat wave.
Only a mile from our house a neighbor parked her pickup on the road. She opened her truck door and her black lab promptly charged me.
He didn't stop, despite my yell. He kept coming, barking and growling. As he jumped on me with mouth open and teeth bared, I kneed him HARD. He grunted as my knee connected with his soft underbelly. Then, he fell back about six feet with the wind knocked out of him.
Lucky for him, he was smart enough to jump up, turn and run back to his owner. Had he decided to continue, I might have had no other choice but to take it up to a level 4 response. (level 1 = strong words or yelling, level 2 = throwing rocks or spraying pepper spray, level 3 = physically defending oneself, level 4 = well, l'll just say that after a level 4 response, no dog ever repeats their behavior again).
The owner then proceeded to yell and berate me for "beating up her dog."
I yelled right back and told her "What the #$%#% was I supposed to do?! Wait until he bit me?!?!?!"
She then apologized. She admitted her dog is kind of a bully (no kidding!) and said he can tell when people are afraid of him (Well, he certainly didn't read me correctly, I wasn't afraid of him).
What kind of stupid dog runs towards a person growling with teeth bared and jumps on them ?
A bully who hasn't had anyone teach them that running full speed towards someone growling and then jumping up with teeth bared is never acceptable. I have no problem with a dog standing at the end of his driveway letting me know that it is his territory and I should not enter. I also don't have a problem with a dog coming up to politely smell me. But I do have a problem with unprovoked attacks.
I've been chased, nipped, bit, attacked and treed by many dogs in my life. Long ago, I promised myself to never allow myself to be bullied or attacked by any dog or pack of dogs ever again. Of course, I now also run prepared, in the event that I have no other choice but to defend myself.
Anyway, after she apologized, I apologized too (though I think she didn't deserve my apology) and we introduced ourselves. There are better ways to meet the neighbors than after kneeing their dog when it charges you.
I continued my run. At Ghost Canyon, instead of turning left and heading on my usual route towards Mt. Rushmore, I turned right towards the town of Keystone. Playhouse Road is rolling through the Black Hills National Forest with many switchbacks, much altitude gain/loss and practically no shoulder. Fortunately, there were few vehicles.
I saw a HUGE female golden eagle swoop low over the trees. I stopped running and watched her glide silently. The wingspan of golden eagles average over 7 feet in width.
What a powerful, beautiful majestic bird!
Seeing this eagle, I was both inspired and humbled. I thought to myself: "No matter what else I see or experience today, being out here and seeing her has made my run worth it."
As the eagle disappeared over a ridge, I said quietly under my breath: "Mitakuye oyasin" and continued my run.
At highway 40, I turned east and headed home. A few miles from home, I called Jeanne and Nathan to tell them I was on my way.
Finally, as the sun set low on the horizon, I walked the last half mile up our snow covered drive. I looked at my GPS: 24.3 miles. One good run!
This morning, I have only a few areas of trace muscle soreness, but nothing that will keep me from our day's chores: cutting firewood.
It is amazing what the human body can accomplish with training, time and dedication. Only 6 years ago, I would have been extremely sore and had trouble walking after only 10 or 12 mile run. 24 miles is now a nice relaxed weekend jog for me. I could do it again today.
Run on and run well!
Last week it was 4 degrees above and snowing. I decided to go for a long run.
After taking several weeks off due to my tendon injury at Lean Horse Hundred in August, I have been relieved to finally be able to run distances greater than 10 miles.
We humans are strange creatures, aren't we?
We worry about that which hasn't yet happened and which may never happen- all while at the same time forgetting to be grateful for that which we do have. We never appreciate what we have until it is lost.
I started out in a snow at four degrees above- but the temps rapidly dropped to below zero.
I meet many fair weather runners who tell me they never go out when it is cold. Now, I admit that I would much prefer a warm sunny spring or autumn day to a below-zero frigid winter run.
However, with running, just as with life in general, we cannot expect to have an endless season of perfect weather. Storms and bad weather are part of life. I think of the less pleasant days as allowing me to more appreciate the beautiful days when the they do come.
Plus, I've found that I'm as much of a procrastinator as anyone. Humans are naturally lazy- it's in our genes. I'm no different.
It is always easy to find an excuse to not run:
- "It's too cold!"
- "It's too hot!"
- "It's too early!"
- "It's too late!"
- "It's snowing!"
- "It's raining!"
- "I'm too tired!"
- "I'm too busy!"
- "I don't have time!"
And so on and so forth....
If began making excuses to not run, well quite honestly then I'd never run. So I run in all kinds of weather, no excuses! The sole exception being during an active thunderstorm when I may be in danger of being struck by lightning.
I may be insane but Im not stupid!
Some kinds of weather I definitely prefer over others. However, I am not going to let less that perfect conditions keep me inside.
Ultrarunning is all about perserverance.
By perserverance, I'm not only talking about keeping going and not giving up mile after mile during an actual race. I'm also talking about getting out and doing a training in a December blizzard at 4AM before going in to work- even when it would be easier to turn off the alarm and stay in bed a few more hours snuggled warm next to your spouse.
I love where we live.
The Black Hills of South Dakota are a well kept secret. We live on gravel roads south of Rapid City, a couple of miles east of Custer State Park.
I have miles and miles of gravel/dirt roads and trails to run on literally right off my doorstep.
Although I have enjoyed running anywhere, it is much nicer to run where there is beautiful scenery.
It makes the miles float on by. Every training run to becomes an adventure to look forward to instead of a chore to complete.
I decided to keep going after my usual mile 5 turnaround.
Instead I went out 9 miles. I stopped for a moment to eat some gel blocks and put on an extra layer.
In the distance, one could usually see Mt. Rushmore. On a clear day, the views from this overlook are exceptional. Today, however, Mt. Rushmore has completely disappeared in the clouds and snow.
I hadn't stopped for too long before I started to feel chilled.
"Get moving along!" I thought, "you need to warm up!"
For safety during winter runs, I carry a backpack filled with extra clothing, two space blackets, firemaking gear, and extra food. On today's run I was on the road and help was only a cell phone call away. However, when running trails in the mountains in the winter you need to be prepared to stay out overnight, in case of a broken bone or twisted ankle. Even less than an hour outside in cold weather without being adequately prepared could be fatal from hypothermia.
We ultrarunners may be tough, but we're not invincible.
Running in the snow with a 20 lb pack is not the most fun thing to do. However, once spring returns and I'm able to run with just a light fanny pack, it makes those runs seem all that much easier.
On the return trip I saw several whitetail and mule deer, a few wild turkeys, melanistic phase red tail hawk (much darker coloration than normal) and a great horned owl.
A fox barked at me.What blood curdling little critters they can be! I saw he (or she) scurrying off in the meadow.
Then I heard what was a cross between a "Snort!" and a "Wuff!"
It was a donkey.
He (or she) was none-too-thrilled to see me out running on the road through the trees. Those long-ears are very observant. Many times while out packing in the mountains, our mules would be the first to sense other humans or wildlife, much sooner than we did. They were always aware of others even before our horses or dogs.
Donkey, more curious than afraid, walked over towards me. Two more"snort-wuff's!" and I was past. The horses in the same pasture with donkey, appeared bored. They stared at me blankly.
Silly long ears!
Darkness fell across the land. I put my headlamp on.
During my entire run, I was passed by only three vehicles. Two of them actually turned out to be the same one, a rancher going on an out and back trip in his pickup truck to water and check on his stock.
I felt a hunger pang and opened my bottle of Chocolate Boost. Now Boost is not what I would usually consider very appetizing. However, when you're at mile 15 and feel hungry it provides needed calories to keep you going.
Indeed, when Boost has frozen thick from the cold, like some kind of milkshake, I'd even call it "delicious," in its own sort of way.
The temperatures dropped further and icicles formed on my beard.
I first grew my beard when back in Wisconsin. I do not think it is my imagination or in my head: facial hair really does take the bite out of the cold winter wind.
I felt something bouncing back and forth on my chin. It was a frozen snot-dangler!
When running in cold weather, your nose runs. A quick wipe on the sleeve or a "turn-and-blow" usually does the trick.
This little guy, however, decide to freeze just as he came out of my nose and stayed around to hang on for a ride. I tried to run all the way home with him still attached so I could proudly show him to my 9 year old son.
However, ice quickly built up on him from my breath. He finally fell off after about three miles.
Oh well, at least I have this photo to remember him by. I know this is disgusting. It's more than any of you want to know; nevertheless, I've documented it so I'll never ever forget it- that little frozen snot-dangler of mine.
Finally, I made it home!
After running the last several miles in the dark, our log cabin seemed bright and warm and cozy. I caught the scent of wood smoke from our woodstove. Much of our heat is from trees that we harvest on our own land. There is nothing like the scent of wood smoke to let you know the hearth is warm and all is well in your little log cabin in the pines.
I looked at my GPS: 18.2 miles! What a great run!
I went inside. Jeanne and Nathan remarked at the icicles in frozen beard as it quickly melted in the warmth.
Yes, winter is here!
This-coming weekend it will be sunny and in the mid-40s. I can't wait to do another long run! How far will I go? It all depends how I feel.
Good luck and run well through the New Year!
For years, I bottled my beer. I suggest that you do too until you are sure you will be in this hobby long term.
There are a variety of sizes of beer bottle available: 8 oz, 12 oz, 16 oz and 22 oz. Bottles should be rinsed with a water bleach solution and the insides scrubbed with a brush to remove any sediment.
Before bottling, the beer must have priming sugar added. For most five gallon recipes, this is 5 oz of corn sugar. Mix the corn sugar in hot water and after dissolved, add and swirl well into the batch of beer.
It is necessary to do this so your beer will naturally carbonate in the bottle.
I highly recommend the use of a stand alone beer bottle capper. It allows you to use your body for leverage to attain a better seal. I leave about an inch or an inch and a quarter of air space in each bottle.
The bottles are then left at room temperature to carbonate. The priming sugar will restart fermentation by the yeast- just enough to carbonate the bottle. Be careful and do not add too much priming yeast or you will have explosions from over-carbonated bottles!
I once made the mistake of not paying attention and using too much priming sugar.... as my family sat upstairs watching TV, we could hear the bottles in the basement explode. Often one explosion set off two or three more. It was a mess but I was too afraid to move the bottles from out of their cardboard box until all of the exploding and foaming was over.
As I said, only made that mistake once...
After couple of weeks, the bottles will be naturally carbonated and ready for chilling and drinking. All bottle-carbonated beer will have a small amount of sediment on the bottom of each bottle. There is nothing in this sediment that will hurt you, it is only yeast. In fact, some styles of beer such as wheat should be consumed while still cloudy.
However, if you are picky about drinking clear beer- tip your bottle and pour slowly.
While no one ever minds emptying bottles, cleaning them is a chore. Once you've gotten experience making beer and are sure you will remain in the hobby long term, I'm sure you will want to move up to a kegging system.
I warn you however, once you move up to kegging and let your friends know about it, you (and your kegs of homemade beer!) will never be short of invitations to parties, barbeques and other celebrations!
The favorite kegs for homebrewers to use are steel 5-gallon soda kegs also known as Cornelius kegs. Homebrew supply shops offer used/new kegs as well as CO2 tanks, beer line, taps and other necessary equipment.
Beer in kegs may be naturally carbonated with priming sugar, the same as bottles. However, most of us who keg beer prefer to simply attach it to the CO2 hose and allow the carbonation to take place. It allows for cleaner beer with no sediment. However, beer purists claim they can tell the difference. They believe that CO2 carbonation in the keg results in a harsher, less smooth, carbonation compared to if the beer yeast is allowed to do it naturally.
Myself, I have not been able to tell a difference. I guess I'm not a beer snob.
I turn up the CO2 to about 10 or 15 psi and give it a week or so to carbonate. If you are in a pinch and need carbonated beer ASAP, you could turn up the CO2 to 30 psi and it will be carbonated overnight. Beware, if you forget to turn down the CO2 to the dispensing pressure, you will have problems with excessive foaming.
I converted a chest freezer over to a beer 'fridge to store my kegs and keep them cool while I am dispensing beer from them.
With all of the beer and CO2 lines, there's barely enough room to fit the kegs and still close the door!
I purchased an exterior thermostat that allows me to set the inside temperature at anywhere between 20 - 80 degrees.
I usually leave it set at around 34 degrees to prevent the growth of mold on surfaces inside it. Although this is colder than ales should be served, I have no problem pouring my ales and then giving them some time to warm up before drinking.
My beer 'fridge holds six 5 -gallon kegs and one 2.5 gallon baby keg (usually we put homemade root beer or another soft drink in that). I cut a hole in the top door of the freezer and run the beer lines up into a wooden box I built myself. Each beer line goes to a stainless steel tap.
At the bottom of that is a stainless steel drain. A plastic tube runs from that into a collection container to hold any spilled beer or foam. It is removable so it may be rinsed and cleaned in the sink.
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To pour beer from the keg with minimal foaming, the tap is opened all the way and beer allowed to run slowly down the side. As the glass is almost full, a head of foam is allowed to form.
If the beer has filled the glass without as much head as you'd like, you may now close the tap to only half-way to add some.
I hope that you have found this series of posts on homebrewing beer informative.
If brewing your own beer is something you've always wanted to do, I encourage you to go ahead.
You CAN do it!
Prosit!
Now that your beer has been brewed and the yeast pitched into the cooled wort... one must be patient and wait.
As the yeast does its work, a foam is formed on the top (especially with ales) known as krausen. For most basic ales, this primary or first stage of fermentation takes about 7 to 10 days. Lagers and more highly alcoholic ales take longer.
I wish I could share the fruity floral pleasant scent of actively fermenting beer with you. Words cannot completely describe it.
You'll just have to make a batch for yourself so you know what I'm talking about.
Once the beer is done actively bubbling and the krausen decreases, primary fermentation is over.
It is now time to transfer to another smaller carboy for some more time, known as secondary fermentation. This siphoning into another container is known as racking. Fill your siphon hose and siphon tube with water, then allow it to drain into the smaller carboy. Try to avoid shaking or moving the primary fermentor too much to avoid stirring up the lees (dead yeast and other sediment at the bottom of the carboy). Your goal is clear, not cloudy beer.
Although secondary fermentation is not an absolute requirement- as most of the alcohol has already been created- I strongly encourage it. Resting for a few more weeks allows the yeast to finish its work and most of the larger particles to settle out. This results in clearer and more fresh tasting beer.
Although it may be cloudy with sediment and barely carbonated, I always sample some of my green beer while I am transferring from carboys between primary and secondary fermentation. I mean"green beer" in the context of being young and un-aged- NOT green beer as in the colored stuff some folks drink on St. Paddy's Day!
I enjoy tasting the changes of the beer as it develops and ages.
The airlocks are replaced filled with water and the carboys are placed in a cool, dark, quiet place for secondary fermentation.
Pictured above in our storage closet are my Irish Red Ale, the Pale Ale (which I just made) and a Barley Wine (about 12% alcohol).
The other enemy of beer (beside oxygen and wild yeast/bacteria) is light. If beer is exposed to light, hydrogen sulfide will form, resulting in a rotten egg or "skunked" beer smell. Beer should always be kept away from light. If the carboys cannot be placed in a closet out of light, then I wrap a towel around them.
Depending on the type of beer, secondary fermentation may take only two or three weeks (most ales), or up to two to four months (some lagers and barley wines).
Now that you have a general idea of the ingredients and equipment required to brew beer at home... let's have some fun and make some beer!
A time honored tradition while making beer is to enjoy a glass of your previous batch while brewing. Be careful: don't enjoy too many! You don't want to get distracted and forget the watch the wort as it simmers. Boil-overs are sticky messes which will not endear you or your new hobby to your spouse.
If you don't have any homebrew to enjoy while brewing then a store-bought microbrew or import will have to do. Just make sure to have a couple of homebrews around next time.
For my example batch, I decided to brew an American Pale Ale. Not too dark and not too light- Pale Ales do have a bitter hoppiness that are often more than many non-beer drinkers would prefer. There are few beers that quench the thrist on a hot summer day after a 20 or 30 mile trail run than a citrusy-bitter Pale Ale however.
If you don't like hoppy (ie bitter) beers, don't worry, you can brew something else entirely for yourself such as a wheat or an Amber Ale.
The ingredients for this Pale Ale recipe are:
- 3 lbs Gold Dry Malt Extract
- 3.3 lbs Gold Liquid Malt Extract
- 1.5 lbs Carapils 60L grain
- 6 oz Dark Crystal grain
- 1/2 oz Magnum bittering hops
- 1/2 oz Ahtanum aroma hops
- Irish moss (a fining to help clear the beer)
- Wyeast London ESB Activator liquid yeast
- Enough water to make five gallons
I purchased these ingredients as a pre-assembled kit from Midwest Homebrewing. There are many books of beer recipes. As your experience with homebrewing increases, you'll be sure to want to try some recipes out. However, many homebrewing suppliers offer kits with all of the ingredients assembled and sold together.
Athough I enjoy trying out new recipes and tweaking old ones, sometimes when all I want to do is brew, the convenience of a kit is just the ticket.
The first step is to heat the water to boiling and then steep the specialty grains. After the water is heated to boiling, the heat is turned off and the grains in their cheese cloth muslin bag are left to soak for 30 minutes or more. These grains add flavor and body to the beer.
After the grains are done soaking, they are removed and discarded. Livestock and wild birds love them after they've cooled so we never throw them out.
Your hot unfermented beer is now known as wort. The next step is to add the liquid and dry malt extract. Once dissolved the heat is turned back on and the wort heated back to bubbling.
This next part is a critical step...
The wort must be stirred..and stirred... and stirred....
Do not walk away....
Do not turn away for even one second to do something else....
This initial heating of the wort is when boilovers occur. The same as a pot of milk, wort when first heated to boiling will foam and boil over in a second or two.
When the foaming begins, turn the heat down or off completely. This is where brewing with propane or natural gas is much better than on an electric range top. You are able to turn the heat down immediately and avoid boilovers. Brewing outside has the advantage of easier cleanup in the event of a boil over compared to on the kitchen stove.
Once the wort is done foaming, adjust the heat so it bubbles with a slow rolling boil- a little more than a simmer but a little lower than a brisk boil that foams over.
As soon as you have the heat regulated, it is often time to add the bittering hops, depending on the particular recipe.
In the pale ale recipe I am making, I added the 1/2 oz Magnum bittering hops at this point.
The wort should be slowed boiled for an hour or more. This allows the bittering hops and the eventual beer to be smoother. It also allows for a better "protein break." After the wort is boiled and beer is fermented, any unfermantables that could cloud the beer will more cleanly settle out.
Finings such as Irish Moss help clear the beer as well. Irish moss is usually added about 15 minutes before the boiling is done.
About one or two minutes before the end of the boil, the aroma hops are added. In this pale ale recipe, the aroma hops were the 1/2 oz Ahtanum aroma hops. Do not boil the aroma hops too long or you will loose the floral, spicy, citrusy or piney scents that each particular variety of aroma hops is known for. If overboiled, however, the aroma hops may become bittering hops.
Some recipes use dry hopping (not this one). The hops are added to the cooled wort in the fermentor to impart even stronger flavor and aroma.
The heat is turned off and the wort allowed to cool.
Some brewers cool their beer using a special device: a wort chiller. This allows for a better protein break and a fresher, cleaner tasting beer. I haven't invested in one yet, as my beer has always tasted and looked good the way it is.
Perhaps it is because I brew outside during the cool time of the year?
There are two basic types of fermentors: plastic bucket and glass carboy.
Plastic is less expensive and less likely to break. It has the disadvantage of being less airtight (oxygen is the enemy of beer) and less easily sanitized.
Glass is somewhat more expensive, but has the advantage of being airtight and better able to be sanitized.
I strongly encourage you to use a glass carboy. If you recieved a plastic bucket in a beer making kit given to you as a gift, do yourself and your beer a favor: put the bucket away and buy yourself a 6 1/2 gallon glass carboy for primary fermention.
Before using any beer equipment, it is essential to sanitize it to avoid wild yeasts or bacterial "infections" to your beer. Although they won't hurt you, an unwanted yeast or bacteria could result in strange off-flavors and bad-tasting beer.
There are beer sanitizers available from homebrew suppliers. However, one which is effective and readily available is plain-old household bleach. Add a small amount of bleach to your carboy, then some water and swish around to cover all surfaces.
Rinse at least twice or until there is no more bleach scent and you are ready to transfer the wort into the fermenter.
Once your equipment is sanitized and the wort is cool, you may now add it to the fermentor.
Always make sure it is completely cooled to avoid cracking the glass. As an added precaution, I always have some cold water already sitting in the bottom of the glass carboy before I pour the wort into it.
In the funnel, I have also placed a strainer to assist in filtering out large particles of grain, hops, etc. Anything that is missed will settle out during and after fermentation.
The next step is fun and easy: pitching the yeast!
Now "pitching the yeast" has nothing in common with throwing a ball.... "pitching the yeast" is simply pouring the yeast culture into the cooled wort to let it begin fermentation.
Dry yeasts and some of the older liquid yeasts required a starter culture to be prepared of 500 ml or so of wort. After several hours or a day, the actively fermenting starter culture was ready to be pitched into the main batch.
Not so with the Wyeast Activator, it is ready to be pitched directly into the wort immediately-without any preparation or starter culture.
Nevertheless, old habits die hard and I still prefer to warm my Wyeast Activators to room temperature, "smack" open the yeast culture inside and then let it work for a few hours until the bag puffs up.
That way I know I have a live culture...I've only had a dead yeast culture a handful of times in my two decades of brewing. Needless worry is eliminated when you know you've pitched a living healthy yeast culture into your batch.
The carboy may now be placed into a quiet, dark place to allow fermentation to begin. Most ale yeasts prefer room temperature; lagers require somewhat cooler temperatures. Follow your recipe!
An airlock in a rubber stopper is then inserted into the carboy.
As the yeast grows and coverts sugar into alcohol, carbon dioxide is produced which must be vented off. Oxygen, however, is the enemy of beer and must be kept off of it. An airlock half filled with water allows the CO2 to be released while preventing oxygen from getting into the fermentor.
The sound of actively bubbling airlocks makes homebrewers smile:
Bloo-ip! Bloo-ip! Bloo-ip!
When the airlocks bubble, we know that our yeast is happy and the wort is being fermented into beer.
Alles gut!
-To be Continued: Primary and Secondary Fermentation (Part 3)-
As I've mentioned before, I have several hobbies, er... passions... besides running ultramarathons.
One that I have been involved in the longest is homebrewing beer and wine. I began making beer almost 20 years ago and have been making it off and on ever since.
What better way to relax after running an ultramarathon than sit in our hot tub overlooking a pine forested canyon enjoying a refreshing cold homebrew?
We had an Oktoberfest party recently; after an evening of visiting and listening to Bavarian beer drinking music...our friends emptied almost all of our kegs.
Prosit!
I love when my kegs are empty. That means I have space to store new beer and can start brewing again. Making beer is as much fun as tasting it-almost. The creation and trying out new recipes are the best parts of the hobby. However, I could never ever consume all that I make which is why I'm always eager to share.
I started out using kits and simple recipes. I learned from the mistakes I made along the way. I've never made a bad batch of beer- but some have turned out better than others.
One bit of advice is to aquire a good homebrewing book and/or have an experienced homebrewer show you how.
My favorite book...indeed it should be called the "bible" of homebrewing... is The Complete Joy of Home Brewing by Charlie Papazian, one of the pioneers of home brewing beer.
It was he who first coined the phrase "Relax... Don't Worry... Have a Home Brew!" which remains the unofficial motto of homebrewers to this day.
I make all kinds of beer. I also enjoy trying out new microbrews or imports to get ideas of which style of beer I might like to try brewing next.
Sometimes I am asked which is my favorite: "I have none... I appreciate them all...."
A pale ale with the citrusy bitterness of Cascade hops may be just the thing on a hot August afternoon after working in the garden... while a rich, creamy oatmeal stout accompanied with homemade whole grain bread, soup and salad might be exactly what's needed after coming in from slitting firewood on a winter's evening.
Which beer is best? It all depends...
There are two main styles of beer: ales and lagers. The difference is in the type of yeast that is used.
Ale yeast forms a thick krausen or head of foam on the beer as they ferment- they're top fermenters. Ale yeasts produce fruity esters. Sometimes these are clove-like and spicy, sometimes they are fruity, even banana-like- it all depends on the variety. Ale yeasts work best at room temperature and usually they do their job more quickly than lager yeasts. Thus, ales are the best types of beer for a beginner to learn to make first.
Examples of ales include: Pale ales, English Bitter, IPA, red ales, light ale, amber ales, stouts, porters, and wheat beers.
Lagers, on the other hand, ferment more slowly and require cold aging, often as long as 3 or 4 months or more. They are bottom fermenters and do not work asaggressively as most ale yeasts. However, the wait is worth it: lager yeasts produce crisp, clean tasting beers, highly prized by beer drinkers around the world. Nevertheless, lagers are slightly more tricky to work with which is why it is best for beginners to develop their skills on ales first.
Examples of lagers include: Pilsner, Amber lager, Vienna lager, Oktoberfest, Marzen, Bock, Dopplebock and others.
My second bit of advice: use liquid instead of dry yeast.
The quality of beer made with liquid yeast is markedly better than with dry yeast. I keep a few spare packets of dry yeast around in case I have a "stuck" batch of beer that won't ferment. Dry yeast does not expire as quickly as does liquid. Otherwise, I use only liquid. Plus, there are many more varieties to choose from.
My favorite brand is the Wyeast Activator, avalable in countless different strains. There's a kind for every conceivable style of beer you might want to make.
The next important ingredient in beer is hops. There innumerable varieties of hops available. Hops are used either for bittering or aroma. Some varieties are used for both.
Hops are the dried female flower of a perennial vine that dies back to the ground every winter before sprouting up again from its roots every spring. We grew hops on the south wall of our house back when we lived in Wisconsin. Within a couple of months every spring they were touching the roof of our two story farmhouse.
Amazing vines- hops can grow a foot or more in a day!
Hops add both bitterness and the familiar aroma to beer. They also possess natural antioxidants which help preserve beer, a useful trait back in the days before pastuerization and refrigeration.
Some beers, such as the India Pale Ale were purposely made extremely hoppy so they could survive the travel for months on a ship around the Cape and through the warm tropical seas- eventually to quench the thrist of the British in India a century ago.
Certain beers are known for the specific type of hops they are made with. The noble Saaz hop is an essential ingredient to Pilsners; the citrusy, almost grapefruit-rind like, aroma and bitterness of the Cascade hop is a favorite in American Pale Ales.
One confusing thing, sometimes the same variety of hop is used for both bittering AND aroma. Bittering hops are added to the wort (unfermented beer) early in the boiling process- aroma hops are added only a few minutes before the boiling is done. Bittering and aroma hops can be two or more different varieties or they can be the same- it all depends on the recipe.
Hops are available as dry leaves, plugs or pellets (pictured above). I prefer the latter for availability and ease of use, unless I happen to be using some hops I've grown myself.
But yeast and hops without malt would be nothing more than bitter hop flavored tea. Yeast needs food to grow on and carbohydrates to convert into alcohol. Just as bread yeast feeds on the starch in flour; beer yeast needs the sugars in malt. Malt is made from the sprouted barley and other grains. As the grain begins to sprout, starches are converted into sugars, easier for yeast to digest. The malts are then dried and roasted to various darkness, imparting a rich complexity to the beer. In the past, all brewer had to malt and roast their own grain- a few still do.
Now however, you can buy pre-made malt extract from homebrew suppliers- it is easy to use and almost as good. All grain brewing is much more challenging than using malt extracts. I prefer to use a combination of grains and malts. The quality of beer is better but using some extract makes brewing more convenient.
Finally, the last important, and probably least appreciated, ingredient in beer is water. Most tap waters are acceptable- as long as they don't have off-flavors or are too highly mineralized.
Our pure cold Black Hills mountain aquifer water is perfect for creating great beer.
Many homebrew suppliers offer kits with all necessary ingredients. These are tried and true recipes which minimize the possibility of starting a batch and later finding out one or more essential ingredients is missing. However, before you can begin brewing, you need the tools to do the job. Again, homebrew suppliers offer new to homebrewing supply kits for new homebrewers.
The minimum equipment and tools required to make beer include the following:
- Stainless steel brewing pot: to boil the wort (unfermented beer).
- Slotted bewing spoon- to stir the wort while it boils
- A burner to boil your beer- a stove top will do but does not heat as quickly and is harder to get the exact right temperature to allow a slow bubble without messy boilovers. I bought a propane burner for frying turkeys on sale after the Holidays. It works great!
- Cheese cloth muslin: to put the hops and specialty grains in when steeping and boiling
- Household bleach- diluted it makes a cheap and effective sterilizer for beer equipment. Use gloves and don't forget to rinse!
- Carboy- preferably a large glass one instead of plastic bucket- for the beer to ferment in. Glass is easier to keep clean.
- Air locks- the beer needs to "breathe" or release CO2 as it ferments but oxygen must never touch it. Air locks with filled half-way with water do the trick.
- Stoppers with hole- to fit the air lock into and put on the carboy
- Strainer and funnel: to strain the wort and allow it to be poured into the carboy. Make sure the wort has cooled before pouring it into the carboy or the glass will shatter!
- Siphon with plastic hose: for transferring beer into another fermentor, into a keg or into bottles
- Bottles (until you move up to kegging beer as I have): to store your beer until you drink it- duh!
- Bottle caps- to cap your bottles- another duh!
- A bottle capper- I recommend spending the extra money to get a stand alone one. They're much easier to use, with less hassle and frustration
The above are the minimum equipment needed. As you become more experienced, you may decide to invest in a set up to keg your beer and more specialized equipment such as a wort chiller and so on. Those are nice but not an absolute necessity when starting out.
Once you have assembled your equipment and ingredients- it' time to make beer!
Jah Vohl!
I've been back running for a couple of weeks. So far, so good. My tendon burns slightly when I stretch it in certain positions. Otherwise all feels OK but I haven't run over 5 miles yet. My plan is to do slow 3 to 5 mile runs only for this first month I'm back and then slowly move back to my usual distances as tolerated over the winter.
I haven't made any decisions on which ultras I'll do next year. It all depends of it this tendon injury is really behind me or I will be forced to deal with it next year. I hope not! At the very minimum, I'd like to attempt the Bighorn 50 mile and the Lean Horse Hundred again.
A friend/co-worker suggests we try a 3 day multi-day 150-k stage trail race in the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas: 3 Days in Syllamo. My friend is a marathoner whom I've been trying to convince to move up to "real" distances. Based on his marathon times, when he finally does, he'll finish hours and hours ahead of me. He has a few friends from Missouri who run it every year.
This event is run on trails over three days: 50 kilometer, 50 miles and 20 kilometers on March 12, 13 and 14th. The 50k has a 9 hour cut-off, the 50-mile a 14 hour cut-off and 20k a 6 hour cut-off.
Even if I must stop early or am unable to run one of the days, it'll still be a nice early season training run.
On the other hand, if I am able to run the entire 93 miles over three days, it'll be great training for doing 100 miles in less than 30 hours later in the year.
They limit the runners to 100 but as far as I know, it does not fill up quickly. There are only 4 registered right now.
Does anyone care to join us?
I have many interests...er, passions... besides only running. Because running provides inspiration about which I enjoy writing about, I spend most of my personal blogging time writing about it.
A friend once asked me, "why don't you blog about the other things you do?" Quite honestly, if I wrote about all of my other passions as I do about my experiences running.. I'd have no time left to do any of them.
My recent injury and following series of upper respiratory illness allowed me to rediscover some of my other interests, including music. We recently went to a friend's barn dance/jam session where I got to play with a variety of other musicians. It was inspiring.
The music I play is very unique (what a surprise: me being unique, huh?). I play old time folk music of the western frontier from about 1840 through 1920. I play many songs that do not exactly fit this definition but are in the spirit of this genre'.
It is definitely not country-western music nor is it bluegrass. I have nothing against either of those types of music. Indeed, I enjoy listening to them on occasion- they are just not what I play.
My music is the music that would've been played across the American South and West during the time from just before the Civil War through the westward expansion and into the time of the first and second generations of settlement. It includes the music that was sung and played by the cowboys before there was even such a thing as "cowboy" music.
Although I try to be authentic, I play to keep the music alive and that is all. I am not trying to be an accurate living history re-enactor. I have nothing against folks who do living history, who are buckskinners trying to re-live the mountain man days or cowboy action shooters who enjoy playing cowboy- what they do is important and even a lot of fun- but again, it is just not what I do.
So why do I play this little-known and obscure form of traditional music?
That is a hard question to answer. The reasons are personal. This music is as much part of me as it is part of this land. Music can speak not only to one's soul but also to a sense of place. And there is no place that speaks to me more than the wild open spaces of the West. Over the years, I have ridden my horses and pack strings over the mountain ranges and through the deserts; now I run where I used to ride. I have lived and traveled to many places but there is no place like home. It is part of me as much as I am part of the land.
I enjoy listening to a variety of music styles. However, unlike many other forms of music, the music I play is the kind best listened to while sitting around a campfire with friends and family. It is best accompanied by the crack of the fire and the wind in the trees and sage. If there are crickets chirping or the bells of the pack string ringing- so much the better...
Although you'll almost never hear this music on the radio, it is still being played by folks such as myself out here on the prairies and in mountain valleys of the West. We are keeping the spirit and traditions of the past alive, even if we are not trying to re-live history. As much as we might like to romanticize our past, we live in the year 2009, not 1909.
Some years ago, when I was first exposed to this music, I realized that many of the musicians were older and not going to be around much longer. Often I'd sit around a campfire and wish that so-and-so was around to play and sing a song. I then realized that if such music was going to be played, it would have to be by me.
So I taught myself to sing and play. With time, I learned how to read music and play the guitar. I learned how to sing and yodel. Yodeling is not authentic to the western frontier. It was not introduced into this type of music until the days of cattle droving had been long gone for several decades. Nevertheless, yodeling is what many people think of when they think of "cowboy music."
I also have been playing the Native American flute for 20+ years and even have a small flute which I play sometimes while running. It's like an I-pod that never needs batteries. Sometimes, it even attracts wildlife such as coyotes. I'm hoping to get a new low D flute in the future from a local flute-maker just down the road.
Maybe Santa (ie my wife Jeanne) will get it for me if I'm good?
I taught myself to play claw-hammer banjo. "Claw hammer" is so named because of the way the hand is held during playing. Also known as "frailing," claw hammer was original style of banjo playing for three hundred years before Earl Scruggs introduced three-finger bluegrass style in the 1940s. It is not as obnoxious as bluegrass (is it ever really possible for a banjo to not be obnoxious?) and allows one to sing along with it.
I got a harmonica and harmonica holder so I can play my guitar or banjo at the same time I play the mouth harp. Playing the harmonica while strumming on another instrument seems easy now but was very hard to learn at first. Much harder than walking and chewing gum at the same time...
During this entire time, I longed to play the fiddle. The songs played on the fiddle can be haunting, beautiful, stirring, mournful, exuberant, and/or joyful. The fiddle is more expressive than any other instrument I know.
Despite the scenes portrayed in movies, most cowboys during the time of the cattle drives and settlers traveling west did not play a guitar. If any instrument were brought along in the wagon, more than likely it would be a fiddle. Cowboys and former Confederate soldiers from the south looking to start over post-Civil war, might bring a banjo. However, until the 1890s and later, the guitar was primarily a parlor instrument. It was much too large and bulky to bring along on the cattle drives or during the overland migration. It wasn't until the 1920-30s that the guitar became a cowboy instrument.
Last week, my nurse's mom (By the way, I have the best office nurse) lent me her violin to see if I might be interested in acquiring a fiddle of my own.
I've been playing for only a week and of course I'm already hooked!
Long ago, I promised myself that if I ever learned to play the fiddle and I only learned one song it would be "Wild Ripplin' Waters" also known as "The Cowboy and the Lady." The melody itself has been around for a couple of hundred years at least. Only the words have been changed over time from a soldier to a sailor to a rake to a cowboy.
The following video was recorded on the cliff edge right outside our cabin this afternoon. I try to practice outside when I can to avoid irritating my family too much. We live in a rural area in the Black Hills where there are few neighbors. The neighbors we do have, live some distance away from us. Lucky for them!
My playing is a little scratchy and hesitant. I need to work more on how to bow properly. However, considering I've been playing for only a week and this is my very first fiddle tune, I don't think I'm doing too poorly!
The words of one version are as follows:
Wild Ripplin' Waters
One mornin', one mornin', one mornin' in May,
I spied a young couple a-comin' my way,
One was a lady and a fair one was she,
And the other a cowboy and a brave one was he.
Oh where are you goin' my pretty fine maid
Just down by the river, just down by the shade
Just down by the river, just down by the spring
To hear the wild ripplin' water and the meadowlark sing
Oh they had not been gone but an hour or so
'Til the cowboy from his satchel drew a fiddle and bow
He tuned his ol' fiddle all on the high string
And he played her a tune caused the valleys to ring..
"Oh ho," said the cowboy, "I should have been gone,"
"Oh no!" said the pretty maid, "just play one tune more,
For I'd rather hear the fiddle all played on one string
And hear the wild ripplin' waters and the meadowlark sing..."
Music like this is timeless. Although you won't hear it on the radio, it is still very much alive. I'm grateful to be playing one small part in keeping up the tradition.
After my torn anterior ankle tendon at mile 50 during Lean Horse in August, I intended to take off about six weeks from running entirely to allow everything to heal. My sports med doc was very reassuring and didn't think it was that big of a deal. Just take some time off, if it hurts then don't do it and when you're healed, you can start running again. In the meantime, you might want to think about other sports such as biking or swimming.
"That is all excellent advice," I thought but I also wondered: "how many other patients do you have whose next goal is to run one hundred miles?"
During the last six years I had not taken off more than 7 to 10 days from running. "Who knows what other overuse or degenerative injuries there might be lurking around the corner?" I thought, "It's the off season, what better time to take a break?" Taking some time off would be good for me.
At first, it was difficult for me to not run. Running is an important part of what I do. It is a time of queit reflection where I let the stresses of life fall away, like the golden leaves from a quaking aspen in an autumn breeze. I missed my time of relaxation, meditation, escape and communion with nature.
To avoid feeling too sorry for myself for not being able to run, I devoted my free time into other acitvities which I had neglected. I spent time with my family. Jeanne, Nathan and I cut and stacked firewood. They joined me on trips to Tucson, Arizona and then to Casper, Wyoming.
We threw an Oktoberfest party. I wore lederhosen and sang Bavarian beer-drinking songs (Photo above). Friends emptied almost all the beer from my kegs. So much the better; it's fall and time to start brewing beer again. One of my other hobbies beside ultrarunning is homebrewing. I can't make more beer until I have space to keep it. I appreciate when friends rise to the occasion and help make space in my kegs to store new beer.
We went to a friend's barn dance and I got to jam with other musicians. That was very insipiring. I hadn't played much the past year. Hopefully I'll get to play with others more often. I play guitar, harmonica, claw hammer banjo, ukulele-banjo, Native American flute, and sign/yodel old time folk music of the American West from about 1840-1930. My nurse's mom has lent me her violin so I could start learning how to play. I'd always wanted to play the fiddle.. now I am. The songs were pretty scratchy but I'm already improving. I don't have any desire to be at the level of a concert violinist, I only want to be able to play a few old time fiddle tunes around the campfire with friends.
During these last weeks, I did not write anything on this blog because no one wants to read a long drawn out whining post: "This sucks. I'm injured and I can't run" I avoided reading or commenting on other's blogs- not because I wasn't interested- but because I did not want to be reminded of all the things others are doing while I can't. I'd end up feeling even more self-pity.
Just as I was ready to start running again, I came down with bronchitis. After three weeks of coughing and right before the remnants of that was almost gone, I then caught a cold. I was frustrated and dejected. "This sucks!" I thought. Well, there's one thing I could be thankful for: at least I was sick without it being before any upcoming major races on my calendar, unlike how it had been so many times in the past.
"I'd do anything, just anything, if I could even go only ONE mile," I thought to myself. It's funny how humans, myself included, take so much for granted, including our fitness and our ealth. We don't realize what we have until we lose it.
Yesterday was sunny with clear blue skies, a mild beeze and a high temp of 74 degrees. Even though I still have a trace of cough and reactive airway, I just couldn't stay away from running any longer. It has been almost ten weeks since I've run more than a few hundred yards. If I had to stop and walk back home, so be it. I wasn't going to put off returning to running any longer.
I put Ruby on a lead and my Vibram Five Fingers on my feet. We padded slowly, silently down the gravel road. It was Friday afternoon and we saw only a handful of vehicles. We saw deer, horses, cows, wild turkeys and one other jogger (rare here in the rural Black Hills of South Dakota). The vanilla aroma of fresh-cut ponderosa permeated the warm afternoon air where wildfire suppression crews had been thinning the forest.
I would have loved to run on a trail instead of a road but thought I'd better not push it. I only expected to go a mile or two and see how I feel. The first mile I coughed and coughed and coughed until finally the remnants of post-bronchitis mucous were gone. Running clears my airways even better than a nebulizer treatment. My legs felt well if not strong. The area of injury felt tight but there was no pain. Every few hundred yards I thought about turning back but felt so good that we kept going. At mile 2.5 we finally turned back.
Today, I have few minor tight spots in my hips and calves. That's no surprise, given that we ran 5.1 miles and it's been almost ten weeks since I had gone for a decent run. I will take it easy the next couple of months before I think about races for next year. It would be foolish to push myself too far, too soon and then end up re-injured.
Perhaps a short ultra such as a 50k or a 26.2m trail marathon in March/April might be possible? I have no idea how well I will recover my fitness and whether that tendon injury is truly gone.
No problem.
I have plenty of time to think about future races. I'm just glad that I'm running again. My only goal now is to simply keep running without injury. Ultramarathoning is all about persistence and taking the long perspective on things. This philosophy applies during races themselves, during those up and down times between races, as well as to life itself.
Enjoy the seasons of running and of life, my friends.
Float softly and quietly down those forest trails.
Run well and run strong.
I haven't posted at all since Lean Horse Hundred because I've been injured, sick, traveling and not running. No one wants to read a long discourse of whining self-pity about someone injured and not able to run. So I haven't been blogging.
For all of you who are still out there running and being physically active: don't ever take your health and fitness for granted. We are all one misplaced foot step away from injury and one unwashed handshake away from a cold or influenza.
More to come soon... I hope.
My family and I did have an interesting experience with bedbugs a few weeks ago. Fortunately, we saw them before they had a chance to enjoy us as the main course. It is good to be someone who pays attention to detail and is curious about the natural world... including insects.
In 2006, a survey of hotels in the US revealed that as many as 20-30% have bedbug infestations. I posted about our experience at my professional blog: http://www.endocrinetoday.com/comments.aspx?rid=44959#com They don't carry disease but they do have quite a bit of "creep factor."
I hope that I will be able to start running and posting at this site again soon.
Good night, sleep tight.... and don't let the bedbugs bite!