Sometime before dawn on our first night camping, it began to rain big, quarter-sized drops that thumped on our tent. We hadn't expected a storm, and we were less than prepared. We packed up quickly and headed out in an effort to outflank the weather. The morning provided a nice change from the day beforecool, crisp air and long stretches of rolling highway. We burrowed our way through the Klamath Forest, and deciding to avoid the freeway, continued on Highway 97 toward Klamath Falls, Oregon. (Not exactly the direct route to Portland, but more interesting.) As we made a 180-degree loop around beautiful Mt. Shasta, California, the rain clouds seemed to follow us like stalkers.