That long yard sale
Barely enough time to finish my morning coffee and cinnamon rolls, before the rallying cry to go out for breakfast. It’s a group thing, even if most of that group had to be elsewhere this week. My bacon and eggs were just as good. With the feeding frenzy ended, we decided to do something different on such a beautiful day. We went shopping.
Dangerous work, getting in to the various vendors spread along the trail known as the “Seventy Mile Yard Sale”. Even in the presence of dozens of badly parked cars and a police cruiser, others still believe that the posted speed limit applies… barely. Best to look both ways, twice, before trying to get across to that other laneway.
The actual bargains are rare. I scored a speaker for one of my transceivers, after the seller knocked the listed price down by 30%, to a level that matched the coins in my pocket. The family also owns a flat knifelike object that is supposed to make icing a cake easier to do. I’ll see.
We drove, up and down the byways until hunger got the better of us. The wings at the corn maze were simply off the menu (which had been covered by potato sacks). On down to Point Prim, for what may be the best chowder of the summer, followed by the “without any doubt” best crab cakes. Mr. Lavender, you run a good table!
Our trip home included a stop at the candy shop and a quick demonstration of a lemon squasher by a friend, who was under a sales interdiction at the site (competition isn’t always welcome, it seems). The dog had seen enough; we went home before dark.
