Unconventional
Well-Known Member
Spent the better part of a summer in Brandon while my father worked on a slipform concrete grain silo. Along about October it was getting kind of chilly sleeping in the camper shell on the back of the Ranchero. Of course the parental units had the little travel trailer to sleep in. Dad came home one afternoon said "It was raining on the ground at work and snowing at the top of the silo. We're outa here."