That's eight growlers and 18 clay bottles that I am returning to Beau's today. Hoping that the deposit pays for the gas. It's about a three hour drive to the north-east where by all accounts fun is being had. This will be my first Oktoberfest and actually my second fest of any sort. I live such a quiet life. The hermit of ales, that's me.
Had planned to hit the States on the way there but didn't want to attempt to bring in and leave with the bottle of good stuff I am packing for hot soak at the hotel afterwards. Beer shopping in Quebec on the way back, however, is well within range. Broue Ha Ha has Caribou sausage, too.