October 23, 2013 by 250 Beers
My own personal birthday Oktoberfest that I dubbed Notsoberfest came and went last weekend.
We took our new caravan up to Neurum Creek Bush Retreat which is situated just beyond the music festival haven of Woodford. There were 11 of us on the trip in total (six adults and five children). We hit the road late on Friday morning and after a casual drive of around 45 minutes (Neurum Creek isn’t too far from 250 Beers HQ) we set up camp. It was my first time and, as expected, I experienced a few erection problems (with the annexe). Once I’d got it up, I sat down to enjoy a beer and began to soak up the scenery; particularly the rolling hills of the D’Aguilar Range.
It was at that point that loud rumbles of thunder could be heard in the distance. Within minutes, the heavens opened and we witnessed the first serious bout of precipitation that many parts of south-east Queensland had seen in months. Seriously, it hadn’t rained for a very, very long time yet Mother Nature decided to have a laugh at our expensive within minutes of me sucking upon my first of 24 Burleigh Brewing ’28’ Pale Ales.
To be honest, nobody really gave a shit. We needed rain. Mrs 250 Beers and I didn’t mind the storm as it gave the caravan and our super-duper, all singing, all dancing annexe the perfect opportunity to prove themselves when faced with some heavy rain. Everything stood up to the test of keeping the 250 Beers family dry. Happy campers.
It was my birthday the day after the wettest Friday in recent memory which meant that it was time to let the Notsoberfest celebrations begin properly!! I’d taken an accumulation of 11 German or German-style beers with me on the trip specifically for 19th October. The sun was shining and the temperature was already up past 26 degrees by mid-morning. The scene was set…until the youngest of the 250 Beers clan fell ill.
Yep, the wee fella came down with a virus and a horrid rash. He became so clingy to me that it would be fair to compare his stickiness to that of the proverbial shit to a blanket. I didn’t really mind as cuddles from my 18 month old child are pretty awesome. It was the constant moaning that was doing my head in. It was affecting my concentration as I tried to read the labels on the bottles. It was affecting my ability to check the beers in on Untappd for goodness sake!
Perhaps I over-dramatised that a little. Of course my main concern was the welfare of the tot but I was trying to avoid disruption of my enjoyment of the 11-strong stash. Once he’d fallen asleep that evening, and after I’d eventually peeled him off of me and put him to bed, all of the grown-ups sat around a campfire and enjoyed some authentic German Bratwurst which accompanied my German inspired mini-beerathon perfectly.
By the way, I was the only one tearing into German beers. Notsoberfest was all about me. Happy Birthday to me.
I was in unfamiliar territory with six of my Notsoberfest beers as I’d never tried them before. These were Paulaner Original Munich Lager (4.9%), Erdinger Dunkel (5.3%), Erdinger Oktoberfest (5.7%), Erdinger Hefeweizen (5.3%), 4 Pines Keller Door: Oktoberfest (5.5%) and Brauerei Schlenkerla Aecht Schlenkerla Rauchbier – Märzen (5.1%).
Stand outs were the Erdinger Hefe which is a fine wheat beer, the 4 Pines for its freshness and the Rauchbier for being as smokey as my clothes around the campfire.
The other five brews had already made their way onto my unique beer tally at previous, less momentous occasions in history. For the record they were Lowenbrau Original (5.2%), Hofbrau Oktoberfestbier (6.3%), Paulaner Hefeweizen (5.5%), Brooklyn Oktoberfest (5.5%) and Weihenstephaner Festbier (5.8%).
In between big snuggles with my little boy, I’d managed to deplete the Notsoberfest beer total of 11 down to zero during my birthday. It was a great day and I should thank those around me for putting up with my strange quest and beer wankery.
Sunday’s fuzziness was soon erased with the assistance of scrambled eggs on toast and leftover Bratwurst….and a Burleigh 28. As Sunday dwindled seamlessly into the evening at a relaxing pace so did the rest of the Burleigh Pales. I blame the fantastic ambience of Neurum Creek. It’s far too easy to sit back and relax there – even with two small children.
Since polishing off a carton of Burleigh 28 I’ve decided that it’s going to be my ‘camping beer’. This will sit nicely with my ‘pool beer’ (Stone & Wood Pacific Ale) and my ‘when stuck in a shit bottle shop go-to beer’ (Little Creatures Pale Ale).
It was an awesome weekend and something that I’ll try to replicate next year. As for my Untappd check-ins, I managed to successfully check in all 35 beers on one, solitary bar of mobile phone signal.