In Search of S.O.A.L. Part Nine North of Pike State Forest APV Area - Near Drybone and Fairview Roads: Then the rain started. The skies became increasingly menacing. The rain was ramping up. We found refuge at a gas station/store/pizzeria with picnic tables situated under a generous (and cozy) overhang. By this time the rain was coming down in sheets. Then buckets. Normally when it rains at this level of intensity ... it's short lived; especially when its so hot. Not this time. It rained so hard for so long that even though the tank bag had it's cover donned, water got up underneath and eventually saturated the bottom of the bag (while parked). Never experienced that. Would have never even thought. What we thought would be a brief respite, turned into a couple of hours as the torrential rains were relentless. There were tornado’s in the area besides the thunderstorms. Our sanctuary: Inside our Sanctuary - We had time to kill, so we sampled their pizza. Many pizza's came out of that oven as locals kept pulling up, running in, grabbing their dinner, and dashing back to the car. After devouring a few slices, I affectionately teased her, "You've got the best pizza in town." Her and I both knew it was the only pizza in town: The location of our sanctuary was in Cynthiana at Muddy Fork Road (213) and OH-41. Cynthiana no longer has a post office, so the new mailing address is Bainbridge. Bainbridge is only 6.5-miles away. An Amish local: Finally the rain slowed to a typical level so we made a bolt for camp. Along the way, you couldn't help but notice every ditch, creek, and river was swollen and raging. Flooding everywhere. Making a run for camp along OH-41: Heading north on OH-41 towards US-50, which would deliver us into Bainbridge: Flash floods. The paved road (Pike Lake Road) to camp was in atrocious shape. Strewn with large rocks and torrents of water. Hit it at speed. Lucky I didn't go down. Jumped off the bike on the far side of the debris and ran back and warned Kenny to slow down as he approached: When I arrived back at camp, my tent was full of water. A couple of tent stakes had pulled up and both heavy aluminum panniers inside had been knocked down. A stream of water must have been flowing fairly rapidly into the area near my tent. There were tell-tale signs such as a worn down path across the grass and a build up of natural debris such as small sticks and leaves that had washed up from around the campground. An alert was coming over the phone. A loud siren was wailing off in the distance. Relocated the tent and dried it out the best I could. Resorted to the waterproof bivy inside on the damp floor. Sat back and relaxed as the sky became a light show. Never seen it flashing with lightning for so long. Probably over an hour. But the rain had finally diminished. Friday was calling for phenomenal weather conditions!