Buckets, Bottles, Scrubbers, Malts and Grain

I began to gather supplies like an ant when winter skies begin to set in. Buckets, bottles, scrubbers, malts, and grain. I knew that I could not embark on a journey like this alone. I had to find a like mind who would jump recklessly into the abyss with me. I found this partner in Helmut Hernandez, I man who was as steadfast as he was adventurous. His was a world of technology, while I was a man of the earth. To paraphrase Charles Dudley Warner, "Brewing makes for strange bedfellows."