It was not fun at the time, but looking back at it it is now. My father and I were at the Knoxville Nationals. We camped at Lake Red Rock in a pop up Shasta Camper. Well we got rained out... severe storms, tornado warnings, THE WHOLE DEAL. We got in the camper and howling winds... I was early teens maybe mid and he and I get out and are standing, each holding a awning pole and staring at eachother, I was trying not cry because of fear. Finally we ran into the camper.. let all the crap fly... and we are staring out the windows...watching tents.... air mattresses....empty coolers... pillows ANYTHING flying by our camper. We finally got out of the deal, went to bed woke up.... and the ol' Shasta had survived... we had a good laugh talking bout how dumb we were holding metal awning poles in the middle of **** storm.. and how it really sucked for those trying to find there tents.lol:rolling::doh: