I've been cheating on beer

I'm afraid I must come clean - what with all this sun and sand around me I've found more time to kick back with a margarita in hand than I have to crack open a fresh new brew. 

For instance, just last week Nick and I went camping in the Florida Keys — Key Largo to be exact, at John Pennekamp Coral Reef State Park. It's about a four hour drive from where we live, so once we got into town we decided to stop at a restaurant along the water for some lunch. Of course, the draw of the sun, the breeze and the cool, blue water — I couldn't resist a margarita. (Lucky for me, I can rely on my girl card and get away with this.) Moreover, we never made it all the way down to Key West, which is about another hour down the island, and I have a feeling there is just a little more night life down that way. (At least I hope so for them or they might need some lessons from us drinkers back in Wisconsin.)

Fortunately, I found an exciting way for all that to change. Saturday, Nick and I walked down the street to this little market that was giving out food, wine and beer samples. That's where we learned about Florida Beer Company. Now, don't get me wrong, I had actually heard about them before and I have driven past the building. But I didn't know the brewery offers free tasting hours five days a week. And, if all goes as planned, we should make it over there this week to try out some good ol' Florida beer. (We'll see just how it compares to the excellence in beer we cherish in Wisconsin.)

Oh, back to the Florida Keys. I found this post with some old, rusty bottle caps on it. Hopefully it restores your faith that there are people, in fact, who drink beer in the keys. (It's too bad that I wasn't one of them. Next time.) And, this did act as a pretty good photo-op. Aren't the flats beautiful?