LARAMIE, WYO.—On Friday night in Laramie, there was hardly a hint of the apocalypse soon to befall the region. Second Street was dark and silent. Two casual cowboys walked the drag, their button-ups tucked into their Wranglers, as they kicked an empty Skoal tin down the strip.
The streets were empty, although the bars were bustling. At Altitude, a cozy brewpub warmed by reclaimed wood and Edison bulbs, Friday night marked the debut of a special-edition Eclipse Pale Ale. (Too bad “Corona” was already taken.)
