Happy I had some color film along on this trip. One of those times I was thankful for it. This grain silo was on the main road headed into Fremont Nebraska. Just a quick walk from where we camped. I learned the hard way that the railroad tracks jsut next to this silo and close to the campground were soem of the busiest tracks in the country. And of course the engineers had to blow the horn at this crossing. Every ten minutes a train would go by, and blow its horn. All night long.