Jakelyn’s mother and I held our breath as we zoomed through the “white out” conditions of road spray tossed up by a semitruck we passed. Once past, we relaxed and returned to our awe-struck appreciation of the stunning beauty of the Columbia River Gorge. We were in Oregon, and it was raining, as it does even in June, but the gray skies and pelting rain framed the lush green trees and the dizzying red rock cliffs in a way that made them even more dramatic. The broad river churne...