I don’t know about y’all. But long walks can either be relaxing, a time for reflection, or just down right annoying. Last night, whilst traveling back from the local mecca of craft beer (Austin) the transmission in my truck decided to burn itself out. I don’t know if the 124,000 original miles were too much for it, or the cool fall(ish) air did not adequately cool it off as I was driving back roads, but regardless it began to falter. Now, when I rolled it off the road to a stop I was faced with a dilemma which sparked a thought it in my mind. When faced with a 12mi walk… what do you do? I originally speculated that I was faced with an “eight beer” walk. Now, in hindsight, and with assistance from the odometer on my parents Suburban, I’ve come to realize that it was most certainly at least a “twelve pack” walk. Lucky for me, I did not have to make the trek in my short sleeve pearl snap and ariats. However, had the need arose, I was armed with a six pack of Gravel Road from Rahr and Sons. I would have likely run out of beer before I even arrived at Ranch Road 12 which is still a solid 8mi from my parents home. I also had a bottle of 14 Hands cabernet sauvignon, but no corkscrew on my person. (Memo to me to buy one for my truck for occasions such as this.)

So, the question arises, have you ever made a long walk armed with beer? I know at Chilifest in Snook, Texas. I often will “load up” my koozie belt (See picture at bottom of post) and walk around the thirty thousand drunk rednecks looking for friends and acquaintances. Or how about at the beach? When times get tough, is there really anything better than a walk on the beach armed with a couple of Shiners and good company?