Watching the sunrise is always amazing. I just wasn't expecting to be watching it while driving away from the Redmond airport yesterday. As many of you know, I am an absolute curse to airlines. I have been stuck on more runways, re-routed, and tossed around on more planes at a much higher percentage than most. How can this continue to happen to me? I am like a lightning rod of horrible air travel experiences! Sticking to that trend, the beginning of my journey was very short.
After a very hard goodbye to the wife and dogs, I walked in to find that my flight into Denver was already delayed for two hours. After my TSA molestation I found a seat by the other unfortunate passengers waiting for the flight. One gentleman was telling a lady he knew that his family called from Denver. They told him that the storm they were experiencing was supposed to be the worst one in 100 years. Denver, you are welcome. Just let me know if you need snow and I will schedule a flight through there for you. I made a couple phone calls to my wife and changed my ticket to stay far away from the Denver airport. Unfortunately, she had to drive all the way back to pick me up.
Honestly, it was nice to be able to spend one more morning with my wife, making her breakfast for the last time for three months. I got to take the dogs out on a hike as well. The change made for an exceptionally long day, but it really made for an easier goodbye.
My flights after that were not a problem. One was a little late (of course), but no real issues. There was a minute in San Fran where I strongly considered "missing my flight" to spend a night drinking at Beer Revolution with a good friend of mine. Probably for the better, I decided against it. Finally I arrived at the place where I would be spending the next 7 weeks to find one roommate passed out on the couch snoring and the three others tipsy. I knew at once we would get along. We spent the next 3 hours at a neighborhood bar drinking and talking about some very interesting topics (I will leave those out...) I did have my first local craft brew: Daisy Cutter Pale Ale by Half Acre Brewing. Not bad if you like grass. It tasted like a freshly mowed lawn. I will probably not get that one again, but will withhold judgement about the brewery itself.
The education that I have paid and given up so much to receive begins on Monday. I will be getting 7 hours a day of intensive brewery operation information. Fridays are my test days. Life is about to get really interesting...
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