White knuckle

There's nothing quite as enjoyable as a 7 hour drive with a white-knuckle grip on the wheel to challenge your patience to the core.  Three and a half hours of snow-covered roads and three and a half hours of gale-force headwinds.  Fortunately my family travels extremely well.

I certainly enjoy breaking up the trip with a stop at Full Sail Brewery.  After several hours of high desert and sage brush, it's very refreshing to pull around the bend in the Columbia River Gorge and see the brewery poking out of the center of town.  It's become a favorite family stop!

After a fine crafted Cascadian Dark Ale and a bite to eat I find myself pondering againat the ripe old age of 34 that a majority of the failures I've set up my family are inherently done in part by me.  To be short, a majority of the time, it's my own stress, frustration or irritability that are the leading cause of uncomfortable situations.

 I guess I'm still learning to let go of these things.  Yes, I remember my profound moment, at the end of the day everything is ultimately out of my control.

Cheers