I don’t care about your summer travel plans in your rv or the selfies you are going to post from your boat or solo hike to the top of whatever mountain you have decided to climb on a perfect Saturday morning with hundreds of other weekend warriors. We see you and we don’t want to be you. We are going back to feral summers with no work schedule, no obligations, and definitely no plans to better ourselves. Welcome to Iron Horse Slummer Camp, where we kick off our desired days of slacking with Eastern Washington Brewfest at our headquarters on June 14th. Then we will step up our slacking with passively consuming music at our Summer Concert Series out on the chia pet drinking beer, or gazing up at the sky without a serious thought in our heads. The official camp itinerary includes a S’mores Death launch party that will include lots of marshmallow burning, sticky hands wielding sharp sticks, and a haze of campfire smoke so thick you will more than likely get an eye poked out. Hmm, that is sounding marginally too ambitious. I guess if we’re slummin’ it we’ll need some marshmallow stained pants.
Achievement isn’t entirely off the table however. When shopping this summer get some girthy goodness in the form of Irish Death and Oddstock Crisp 19.2 cans. Slip a can or two into your sweatpants pockets then chug them back during your God’s Eye crafting hour or pull your senseless compass out and head west until you can wander no more. Don’t do it for the gram, just do it.
As Slummer Camp grinds to a glorious, sunburned halt in September, we’ll reunite for one last night of pure debauchery: Dirtbag Carnival. This isn’t your mom’s campfire kumbaya. We’re talking adult nonsense, questionable decisions, and games that toe the line of legality. The Cousins will be your camp counselors, handing out merit badges to the dirtiest of you and making sure you leave with mustard-stained shirts and sleeveless noodle arms from taking swings at low fill cider cans.
By then, our Oddstock Cider lineup will be in full swing and there will be as many new ciders to taste as there will be cans to have hurled at your face by Greg, our fearless leader and designated pitcher. So come thirsty, get dirty, and maybe leave with the prestigious title of Dirtbag Carnival Slugger of the Year.
