Friends helping friends. What else were you thinking? Ha.
Cody and his buddy Matt, our new friend, making light work our large walk-in cooler. Reminding us, this brewery could never be built by a single person. Or even by 3, it’s built by an army of friends and friend’s friends who believe a little hard work, a little sweat, and some good times are what it’s all about.
Cheers to all of you,
Jason, Kevin, and Chris
Beer 97% water.
We tried. We tried hard to use our local water. But in the end it just wasn’t conducive for making the best beer possible and we must make the best beer we can. So the search began and once again Jason did the impossible and sourced a used Reverse Osmosis System in pristine shape.
We hadn’t budgeted for water treatment so finding a good value on a used system was vital. Even if it meant an extended drive to Pahrump, Nevada. After driving back from San Diego, our alarms went off at 3am to meet Kevin on the side of I-5 with a flat bed trailer needed to drag our RO System back to it’s new home.
As we got closer to Baker we noticed a mirage. In the distance our eyes were telling us there was a huge body of water. Really? We’re in the middle of the desert?! As we turn into Baker, we’re met with water, mud, and snow removal equipment. Lots of all of it. Wild! Talking with the locals, the day before at around 2:30pm clouds started to build and by 3:30 the rain began to pour. Flash Flood! Within a couple hours the entire valley was covered in rushing water, sweeping away everything in its path. We’ve all seen Into the Wild, but damn! Crossing the valley from Baker to Pahrump was interesting and fun. We finally made it to our destination, unscathed, as I know you all were concerned.
We drove through the ‘town’ looking for circus tents. Yep, that’s what we were told to look for and they weren’t kidding. Literally, circus tents full of stuff. Lots and lots of stuff. Come to find out these guys buy up storage units and sell the goods. You know, I had to go there and yep, they’d been on a few episodes of Storage Wars. Good bunch of guys. They took great care of us and made sure the system was as secure as possible before we drug it away.
We drove. Again. Smiling the whole way.
Great beer demands great people and at BHBC we’ve got the best!
Ahhh, the glorious side of hand crafting well made beer. Floor sealer. Okay maybe not glorious, but it is integral to the process. Once again, we needed and wanted to do as much as we could ourselves. We enlisted help from a local talent to help us figure it out. Floors check!
Beautiful! Our fermenters, bright tank, and cold liquor tank are being finished up as you read. Goosebumps.
After much research early in the game, the number one bit of advice from most breweries was not to start too small. It’s hard enough trying to make ends meet in the beginning without the looming need to expand relatively quickly after starting. We took their advice and decided to start a little bigger and grow into them. This way we can focus 100% on bringing all of our beer crazed friends new and exciting beers to enjoy!
Slated to arrive mid-September. Wait, that’s this month?! Okay slated to arrive in the upcoming weeks. It’s game time at BarrelHouse Brewing!
If you haven’t driven by the brewery to sneak a peak, it’s pretty darn big. We knew signage on a building this size couldn’t be small. Due to costs and budgeting a custom ordered sign wasn’t even a consideration. With an armful of our favorite brewery’s brews we hit the drinking board.
Side note, every business plan should add a line item for beer. We’re finding it takes a considerable amount of great beer to make great beer.
Back to our sign, we knew it had to represent what we’re about: rustic, hand-crafted, solid, etc. We wanted raw elements, no plastic or glass. Metal and/or wood were our options. Wood would be great, but the longevity just isn’t there. Metal it is. Shiny and modern or old and rusted. Not even a question. To maximize the space we’ll need 11 three-feet tall letters, 9 two-and-half-feet tall letters, and a circle logo six-feet wide, simple enough.
We called on a local metal fabricator, sent over our designs, and then sat back and wondered what the hell are we doing. Nothing new.
A couple weeks later Jason got a call from the fabricator. They had just cut the first letter and, like our logo, all of the edges were really jagged and uneven. They weren’t sure if this was what we wanted. Jason ran over to take a look. His only words were, “Perfect, absolutely perfect.”
A week later, we were back at the brewery with twenty iron letters in the back of Jason’s truck. Thank goodness for forklifts. On top of the metal letters were a couple boxes. Jason grinned and handed me gloves, “It’s time to rust.” We laid the letters out and alternated coats of the magic rust spray and water mist. Within seconds rust started to form, we repeated these steps until we reach the desired look. Finally, he neutralized and sealed.
All done! Wait. No, we still need to get these three-feet tall paper weights mounted twenty feet above ground. Oh and backlit. Back to the ‘drinking board.’