Originally Posted by big john

In about 1992 my ex and I did a loop around Oregon, 650 miles in 9 days, I think. Our panniers were lined with small trash bags and we saw rain almost every day. Usually we could see it coming and find shelter to wait it out. One day a dark cloud loomed while we were exposed and we barely made it to an underpass before it started coming down in buckets. A young woman in a pickup truck offered to give us a ride to our motel and we accepted. It was raining so hard it was ridiculous. Our stuff got soaked as if it had been submerged. Everything, even money, had to be dried.