The forecast was 95 degrees, so we were up and on the road by 6:30. This was one big swap meet.
Road after road of stuff.
Even the cicadas were measuring things up.
There were pigeons. I even saw some fan tail ones. My late brother used to raise those.
House birds? Yep, Parakeets too.
And then bras! 6 in a package. If you've never seen a 42 FF you're missin' it. (That is coming from a blogger that belongs on the top line of that sign.)
I loved this vintage baby stroller. I'm pretty sure it had dry rot.
And vintage wash tubs.
We spent 3 plus hours at the hot, humid, and dusty swap meet. I came home empty handed. The blacksmith found 3 or 4 small things.
In the end it was a costly trip. We had a flat tire when we got home and the tire is ruined.