Tuesday, October 20, 2009
I drew the short straw and got named as the company representative for a boring, overly technical factory tour. Fortunately the social part of the trip included a much more interesting factory tour. So it once again time to play "Where Is Yellojkt Now?" Check out the hints and pictures (I apologize for the fuzzy quality of my sad Palm Treo lens) below to see if you can name the state, city, and company that I was at tonight.
This fiberglass horse is overlooking a fine mountain stream running through the woods. If you ford the stream, you'd find plenty of real horses.
We do the mash, the sour mash. Sorry, that was really corny.
That is a fine kettle of, well, not fish you've got me in. In fact, I am really steamed.
I don't know jack about barrels but these are in high spirits. Those aren't concord grapes in those casks.
Roll out the barrel and let's have a barrel of fun. The proof is in the sipping. 90.4 proof that is. Reserve me a bottle.
I just wish that I could fit a fifth or two in my carry-on bag for the flight back.