Ah yes, dear Peaks & Pints pals—the Snowpocalypse has descended like a frostbitten drama queen, draping the craft beer world in white silence and logistical chaos. Breweries lie still as monks in a winter trance. Brewers, those noble yeast whisperers, are reportedly stranded in snowbanks, muttering about mash temps and missing boots. Delivery trucks idle like abandoned sled dogs, and humans everywhere are finding increasingly creative, occasionally heroic ways to make it home—with beer, hopefully, still in hand. But fear not—amid the stillness, we see beauty: the cans artfully half-buried in snowdrifts, the crowlers posing like arctic explorers. Keep those icy beer portraits coming, tag us @peaksandpints, and we’ll gather them like snowflakes on a taproom window. Cheers to cold beer, colder weather, and the warm, eternal glow of fermentation.
