Wes and I went to an antique truck show today in Edna. This is one of the trucks that was there. It is a 1965 Chevrolet truck and my dad had one just like it. We lived in Winslow, AZ at the time and he went about making a camper for it in our garage. He had all kinds of power tools and this project probably took an entire Fall & Winter and by Spring, he was putting on the finishing touches. The camper slept 3 above the cab (my sisters and I) and down below, the table turned into a bed for mom and dad. We camped in Pine, Payson and Oak Creek Canyon in Sedona (before it was a spiritual vortex) and waking up to the smell of the pine trees, coffee and campfire, ummmm , what a wonderful start to a day. I had the window area up above and I can remember waking up many times to a window full of frost. I miss those simple days. Now I've lost both of my parents and only have those wonderful memories. This truck took me back and I almost wound up in tears. It was just the kind of show m