Which is what I did today. I wish I'd left a day earlier before it got so effing cold.
I'm really not used to the cold any more after our non-winter in Amsterdam. A crazy drop in temperature - from 15 C to -5 C in a few hours - was supposedly the fault of an arctic vortex. Wasn't that a 70's rock band?
I had a great time in Denver - who wouldn't if they spent much of it in a pub (Hogshead Brewery) with not just six or seven cask beers, but good ones in great condition?
Well, maybe not some craft keg dogmatists. But they're just twats.
At Hogshead - where I was doing a beer launch/book tarting event - cask proved its best characteristic again. Drinkability. Several times I was amazed at how empty my glass was. It just threw itself down my throat.
I had the same at Maritime Pacific Brewing in Seattle. I suspected my glass must have a hole in it, the Double IPA disappeared so quickly.
I'm off to Deschutes Portland tap in a half hour or so. Life is good.