Dorado on a New Fence

"It never rains in California, but girl don't they warn ya, it pours man it pours."  So said Albert Hammond in his dreadful song from the early '70s.  I can attest to the pouring part, and when it rains the long-term dearth of rain seems to magnify the water flow and its impact.  During January's rains I lost a section of a wood and concrete fence in my back yard.  Cleaning and hauling, and buying and hauling material for a stone mason has taken up most of the past few weekends.  The new concrete block fence is now up and the picture above is a Ballast Point Dorado double IPA sitting on top of the new fence, along with a new cedar fence in the background.  My friend, who helped with the cleaning and hauling, and I shared the growler of Dorado after back filling the fence with rock over the French drain pipe.  The Dorado smelled grainy, just like brewery, and tasted of pure hop brilliance.