An Old Chevy Truck

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 my dad would have loved to go to. It had lots of old Semi's, Army jeeps and old simple motors with pulleys that powered water pumps and old washers. This one's for you Dad.

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