Bonfire is Hiring!

Are you ready to join our team of beer/snow/bike/music/sun/kayak/dog/ mountain loving people?

We’re in the midst of an expansion and have several positions open.  Apply today!

Do I feed the fire, or does the fire feed me?

My name is Tim, and I work at Bonfire Brewing. My job involves selling, delivering, and pouring beer. I help with the canning and bottling too. Sometimes model new clothing items, or do other such random things. Do I feed the fire, or does the fire feed me?

I sat at the bar for the first time in late September 2012. It was a Friday, and I brought in Moe’s BBQ for dinner. The place was pretty full, and a band was setting up to play. There were no more than 10 beers on the menu (I think I had only ever drunk the Blonde up to that point), and I asked Andy to pick one for me. It was a fresh hop IPA called Farmer Wirtz named after the man who brewed it. The hops used in the beer were grown outside the tasting room. “Awesome,” I thought. After I took a sip, “Delicious,” I said.  That night, I met a handful of regular customers who I would soon be serving beer to. Jeff and Karen come to mind. I’m pretty sure they gave me a more detailed rundown of the history of Bonfire and how it came to exist than Andy did at my interview the prior month. Yes. Definitely sure.

The people who hired me may have started the Bonfire, but it remains a fire because of the community feeding it, and it in turn feeding the community. This interplay bolsters both community and company while also feeding me with what I need to enjoy the day, which typically ends with a beer. I love beer.

Here it is!

Welcome to our brand spankin’ new website! We’ve been working on it since before we were a glimmer in our parent’s eyes, and we hope it’s useful enough for you to spend some of your precious facebook allocated time on. It’s got everything from basic info, to hilarious bios, beer details, and an in-progress section dedicated to making finding our beer easier. You can also look forward to a feature allowing you to potentially dictate what gets made next at Second Street, or even what gets canned next season at the big shop. Look around, don’t drink any milk unless you want to squirt it out your nose, and feel free to let us know where we’ve forgotten to type words.