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But first —
Have we spent the past ~30 years overthinking rain jackets?
Erin and I are on a road-tripping recon mission through the Pacific Northwest this week and, no big surprise, the weather’s been wet.
Checking the forecasts before we left the Bay, I packed the revelatory, densely woven, all-cotton, coating free, sick-looking and stunningly waterproof rain jacket we wrote about this time last year.
I remain awed by that piece. But five days into this trip, I have yet to bust it out, thanks to another revelatory jacket that has me reconsidering the boundaries of “rain wear”: