Almost at the end of our journey… where that deliciously sweet free beer eagerly awaits to refresh your spirit and tantalize your taste buds!

*You made it past the pullin’ and praisin’,

Through stickers, flames, and alien hazin’.

But your journey ain’t done ‘til you stake your claim

In the back forty, where we play our game.

Past the garden where veggies rise,

Lies a patch where legends die.

Horseshoes clank, rings get tossed,

And pride’s the only thing folks lost.

It’s here you’ll find the another clue,

Hidden where fun turns into feud stew.

Wander through the games of grit,

Where friends become rivals, and rivals quit.

Then say this line with beer in hand:

“I’ve played the weird, now take a stand.”

If the wind approves or the beanbags shift,

The last clue lands… like a poorly aimed gift.*