Dave and I drove out about one hour from home on Saturday morning to an estate sale. It was listed as a Country Estate Sale and the details stated that an elderly couple had passed away after thirty years of living in a rural area and having a chainsaw repair business. That was an understatement! We drove through the hills of Humboldt County, reminiscing about the 30 plus years we've lived here ourselves and how beautiful the area is. Knowing that many people like living the isolated life, we were careful to stay on the highway and avoid the temptation to wander off and explore. Yes, there are marijuana growers out there, and they just don't want to be bothered. Don't ask-Don't tell is the motto.
When we arrived at the highway marker for the sale, we noticed the cars lined up in the steep driveway heading down to (wherever) this place was. We parked our car off the highway on the shoulder and walked about 1/4 mile back to the marker. As we walked down the narrow, gravel driveway a king cab truck stopped and asked if we would like a ride. So we hopped in and they drove us - quite a ways - to the homestead. And I say homestead because that's exactly what this place was...and it was quite overwhelming. There were outbuildings scattered around and junk everywhere. Dave managed to find some tools - chisels - and I came away with around 30 pieces of silverplate silverware for repurposing into jewelry. I also found three magnifiers. Most of the time, we just wandered around in awe. With all of the other people there, it was quite a happening.
On the way home I vowed never to leave so much junk for others to clean up.
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