Last weekend, Zach and I were heading out to my parents house for a July 4 BBQ.  There happened to be a super crazy sounding estate sale about 35 minutes North of their house, so we dumped the baby and headed out there.

The house was a giant castle-like abode on acres and acres of property.  The house itself–and several barns–were packed full.  “Digger sale” would be an understatement. It was more like put-on-your-swimsuit-and-dive-in-all-this-junk kind of sale.

Most of the stuff here was junk.  I wanted to leave and immediately go get a tetanus shot.  I barely touched anything and I was covered head to toe in dust.  Did I mention you could buy this house and the remaining contents for a mere $350,000?  Well, you can.

Did I also mention that The Ring was filmed here?  It was.  (I think.)

The man below decided to climb up this rickety ladder to look at more dusty garbage.  He almost died.  I am not kidding.  He almost fell off.  And if he would have fallen off, I am sure he would have died. 

He was wearing a bluetooth earpiece though, so he could have easily called 911.  Unless he was already dead.

Zach and I did find some treasures, but it took some serious work.  And it was hot.  We all know how I am in the heat.

The first thing I found were a bunch of old model train buildings.  I was gathering these all up in a box when a woman came up behind me and loudly said, “EXCUSE ME."  I looked at her and said, "Oh I’m almost done looking and I will move out of the way."  She then explained that I was rummaging through HER STUFF.  Uh, what? 

She pointed to a large box near me (which I was not going through) and said it was all hers.  It wasn’t on a hold table, or under the checkout area.  It was just a random box sitting there.  I said "ok” and then explained that I hadn’t touched the particular box she was referring to.  She was convinced I had secretly stolen from her and insisted I show her the contents of my box.  I refused and told her to “trust me."  Jeez Louise, calm yourself.  I understand that there are hardly any treasures at this sale, but we don’t need to fight over them.

Anyway, here is one of my old train buildings.  I got about 6 of these:

In true American Pickers style, Zach bought this old oil filter.  Apparently Mopar anything sells.  So we will see.

We also bought some old Tuco puzzles (the non interlocking kind), some old license plates, and a suede jacket from the Disneyland Hotel. 

The coolest thing I found was this old scrapbook from the 1940s:

I also found this old Joe Louis How to Box magazine:

Zach and I paid $17 total for our treasures, which was a steal.  We also had lots of fun walking around this crazy place. Good luck to whoever buys it and has to clean it out!  Maybe whoever does can tackle Sarah’s ebay room after.

-Erin