DECEMBER 12, 2025 | FEATURES | By Megan Burich and Haley Outwater
Welcome back to another beer review! This week, Megan was driving through Frisco, Colo., on her way back from Copper Mountain. As she stopped with Mariposa Beane ‘26 at Whole Foods to get a 32 oz. container of mac and cheese, inspiration struck.
What if she stopped in at Outer Range Brewery and took a peek at their current selection? Sometimes it hits and sometimes it doesn’t.
This week, it hit. A strawberry rhubarb fruited sour called Juice Box Sour Ale sat on the shelf of Outer Range, calling our name. Izzy ‘25 (Beer for Babes alumni) and Megan have tried fruited sours before and have had both successes and failures.
For those unfamiliar, a fruited sour has actual fruit puree in the beer, making for a smoother, thicker consistency that, ultimately, is amazing. However, sometimes the fruit the brewery chooses can be iffy. This time around, strawberry rhubarb sounded promising.
And boy, was it. This beer was fruity, smooth and easy to get down. It was perfect—an easy, drinkable sour.
The only off-putting aspect of this beer was a wafting butter smell that was quite aromatic. Was this from the rhubarb? Is it an Outer Range thing? The world may never know. The only thing that felt better than the beer itself was the feeling that we are sooooo back.
The regularly scheduled drinking is back to stay. Hooray! Just in time for break!
This beer paired well with the culmination of Megan and Stecy’s presidency of a certain local sorority.
Megan felt a sense of joy previously unknown, and what better way to celebrate than with an amazing beer. It did not pair well with the awareness Megan gained after learning about all the ways that alcohol is disproportionately bad for women’s health.
We pondered if we are in the “heavy drinkers” group, in which case our risk of death is up 160%. Everyone should tell us how much they love us now before we suddenly pass away.
This week’s segment was also fueled by yet another episode of Heated Rivalry, the gay hockey TV show that is basically filmed smut. Safe to say, we love it.
As we reminisce on our past few months as writers and connoisseurs of beer with this being the last Beer for Babes of the fall semester, we are beyond grateful for the roughly five students and two to four parents who read our column.
Although we will be returning next semester (duh), the girls have been crashing out about post-grad ventures.
Maybe you will see us bumming at RMU or Outer Range because we will find ourselves, sadly, unemployed. As we live up the final months of not having to think about our futures or anything at all, really, we dedicate ourselves to you, Beer for Babes readers.
If you have any suggestions about breweries, specific beers or trends to get our Instagram engagement up, please let us know. ILY.
Also, sorry it’s short. Clearly, the alcohol is ruining our brains.