I hadn't visited the Oronoco Gold Rush for years. The last time was spent cajoling, coaxing my pig-tailed daughter to "just one more row of stalls". So maybe twelve years ago? This year did not disappoint.
For a weekend, the good people of this tiny town just north of Rochester, and the famous Mayo Clinic, open there town and town square to hordes of dealers and bargain hunters. Over 50 acres and 500 vendors!
I made a late start on Friday morning and drove the 80 miles cross country, avoiding the freeway. I parked close in for 5 bucks and headed out with a large bag, camera and cash. The experienced buyers had wagons or carts in tow...dang, I could have borrowed Ione's for the day!
Impressive and not so impressive tents, tables, and shanties all beckoned.
For a weekend, the good people of this tiny town just north of Rochester, and the famous Mayo Clinic, open there town and town square to hordes of dealers and bargain hunters. Over 50 acres and 500 vendors!
I made a late start on Friday morning and drove the 80 miles cross country, avoiding the freeway. I parked close in for 5 bucks and headed out with a large bag, camera and cash. The experienced buyers had wagons or carts in tow...dang, I could have borrowed Ione's for the day!
Impressive and not so impressive tents, tables, and shanties all beckoned.
