The New York Times goes brewery hopping around Portland, Maine.
At times an adventure.
The directions Steve Gorrill gave me to Sheepscot Valley Brewing Company, which he runs in Whitefield, 60 miles out of Portland, were the first clue it was a different kind of place. We followed them through Wiscasset, past the Alna Store, over a metal bridge, up a steep hill and onto a dirt road somewhat inaptly named Hollywood Boulevard. A little farther down, in a green barn where until 2003 another company had carved moose meat, is Sheepscot’s one-man operation.
Makes you want to race up there before winter arrives.