Eyeing Up The Alps

Tonight I'm drinking the last of the 9-pack from Biershop Bayern.  This time, I get to enjoy Ayinger's magnificent Celebrator.  I've only had this once before and I had to travel to Aying to do it.  In my memory, it was the loveliest Starkbier that I'd had at the time.  It was a rather cold day and I was on my own.  The S-Bahn, for some reason, ran on an odd schedule, that forced me to wait at an interim stop for about 15 minutes.  While there, I struck up a conversation with an Englishman that had been in Munich for years- we spoke a few sentences in German, before realizing that neither of us was speaking their native language.  He tried to explain cricket to me and I tried to explain baseball to him.  We parted company none the wiser.

The brewery was closed for the day, so I was unable to have a look around, though I got a very nice look at the outside of the place.  I found myself in a nearby Gasthaus, ordered a glass of Starkbier and stuck my head in a book.  After half a glass, I wasn't reading much of anything.  It was just have a sip, savor, stare at the bar, giggle and feel happy to be alive.  I drank another and then headed back to the train.  It was dusk at this point, but with a clear sky I could see the Alps in the distance.  An absolutely gorgeous sight.  Nothing but flat, clear country and then those monstrous things rising up out of nothing, like God shrugging his shoulders.