400 miles of garage sales

In September every year, I drive up and down Hwy 36, on Kansas' Treasure Hunt, stretching the length of Kansas on a rural highway which barely lands in a town with a population greater than 3,000.  So far, in two days, I've only made it through 3 towns worth of garage sales: Mankato, Scandia and Belleville. Above are most of the goodies I picked up, minus a bunch of cutter quilts, scarves, a seashell hanging lamp, a burgundy velvet Stetson, two really old tennis rackets and oh boy oh boy oh boy, three little 'hooptie' bikes with chopper-style handlebars and banana seats.
On my run, I met a man who spent 4 months building a Longhorn bull out of old wrenches, scissors, railroad spikes and about anything else steel he or his farmer buddies could find. It's a miracle of art, of engineering and of humor. The bull's balls are made from nuts, and when you kick them, a bell rings. That's pretty much 1,000 times better than most of the crap that's found its way to Chelsea this year.




More photos after the break...