Go Beer Hunting

Because there’s breweries in them thar hills!

beer81784003.jpgIf you thirst for adventure as well as homegrown beer, you can drink your way to a more intimate knowledge of your state by visiting its breweries. NevadaCraftBrewers.com is a great place to start planning. Here’s our handpicked list to whet the appetite:

Boulder Dam Brewing in Boulder City. 
Our nearest out-of-town brewery is the ideal victory dance following a day of kayaking, hiking or motorcycle cruising. Powder Monkey Pils is seriously sessionable, and it makes a great shandy or Rattlesnake Bite. BoulderDamBrewing.com.

Pints Brewery in Laughlin. 
Brewer Chuck Croix loves his job, and it shows. His Rehab Red amber ale is sweet and malty, and after a 125-degree day on the Colorado River, his Bodacious Blueberry goes down easy by itself or combined with his Jackass Stout for a Black & Blue. ColoradoBelle.com.

Great Basin Brewing Co. in Sparks. 
Nevada’s oldest brewery (opened in 1993) welcomes you to enjoy a pint of its Nevada Gold or Bitchin’ Berry at its original location in Victorian Square, or at the newer South Reno location, which opened in 2010. GreatBasinBrewingCo.com.

Ruby Mountain Brewing Co. in Clover Valley. 
Located on Angel Creek Ranch at the base of the East Humbolt range of the Ruby Mountains, Nevada’s most remote brewery is a great stop off on your way to or from Great Basin, one of America’s least-visited national parks. Owners Steve and Maggie Safford are longtime producers of award-winning beers. RubyMountainBrewing.com.

Silver Peak Brewery in Reno. 
Since 1999, Silver Peak owners Dave Silverman and Trent Schmidt have been living their dream of serving fresh cuisine along with the more than 60 styles of beer that come out of their 10-barrel on-site brewhouse. Try the Silver Peak IPA or the seasonal Summertime Kolsch—or ask for the current “brewer’s whim.” SilverPeakBrewery.com.

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