Thirty years is a long time to do anything the same way. Long enough for fashions to change, rules to be rewritten, and certainty to prove unreliable. Long enough to learn that the things worth keeping are usually the ones that never asked for attention in the first place.
Firestone Walker began with a simple idea and a family partnership.
Adam Firestone, and I often see the world differently. He builds patiently and protects what matters. I can be restless, wandering just far enough ahead to see what else might be possible. That difference was never a liability. It became our strength.
Between us lives an endless conversation. How far to push. When to hold. When to let something evolve and when to leave it alone. I suppose this debate shaped the brewery more than any single decision. It taught us that progress does not come from certainty, but from listening and caring about the outcome.
We brewed our first beers in a vineyard on California’s Central Coast with borrowed equipment and a lot of belief. We had no expectations of size or a destination. We were simply trying to build a small brewery that was sustainable and we could be proud carried our names. Something that could hold its own quietly, without explanation.
Thirty Years In. Still Learning.