Hey there, Peaks & Pints faithful, firework-frazzled, sun-soaked, perhaps slightly smoked from that one questionable sparkler incident—we see you. Did you survive the Fourth with all digits intact and a cold pint (or five) in hand? We hope so. And now, like a bottle rocket back to reality, it’s Sunday again, somehow. We’ve been gloriously swamped in holiday madness—patriotic pours, crowler chaos, and one particularly heroic encounter with a bratwurst—but it means we haven’t had the bandwidth to stalk Instagram as fervently as we usually do. So consider this your gentle nudge: tag us at @peaksandpints on your next sudsy escapade, your mountain trail beer break, your porch pint moment of Zen. We’ll be watching. We’ll be ready. We’ll be back next Sunday with stories from the feed-fueled frontier.