These tired hands. The worn out soil decomposing beneath me. A drought is on the horizon and a dust bowl blows ever nearer, it falls apart so slowly and then all at once, right Hemingway… yet somehow we must go on. A quixotic quest, fool’s gold, dug up with rusted shovels. Why anyone would farm against such odds? Oh my friend, the barley is drying up and the hops are on fire. My glass is empty and the beer has run dry – this is an agricultural product! As the farmer goes, so goes the brewery. Soil and Erosion is a reddish beer designed to replenish the broken down bodies of toil, while providing just enough malty and caramel notes to remind them of the great joys their work unleashes.