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The Arizona desert. Home to 20 million rattlesnakes, Scattered F-16 parts, and lizards the size of beagles. All baked to a crisp 130 degrees. It's the kind of wide open desolation that makes people think twice before shutting off the car. And a place where a cold beer is pretty damned important.
For Crazy
Ed Chilleen, of Cave Creek, Arizona, (Pop.1328 including coyotes and cattle) beer was much too important to be trusted to outsiders. So, in 1989, he started brewing his own.
The town was suspicious. And became even more so when an entire brewery arrived in crates at the foot of Black Mountain, along with a German named
Arnold. But after the first batch the people
began to come around. The beer was good, damn good, So good in fact, the yuppies started driving in from all over to try it.
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