war-digs-it
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For now that is...
Went to this garage sale that was listed and seemed average at best, that was until I pulled up to the house.
This place had a detached garage with three out buildings and a couple more temporary car port enclosures. I didn't even think to take pictures at first as it was overwhelming to look at.
Each area was packed to the hilt, I only got a couple quick pictures as I didn't want to upset the owner. The first picture is with the camera held at about 7 feet in the air, the other buildings had at least as much as well as the front yard and other areas were packed, totes everywhere full of junk.
I was there trying to focus and pinpoint the good from the garbage when I started feeling woozy and dazed. I realized my breathing was shallow and I felt weak. Nothing wrong with me at all but the amazing piles of stuff did something to me that hasn't happened before...there's gotta be a name for this! Pickerpackackaphobia?
Preparing for a fresh go tomorrow, including combat boots, couple pairs of gloves, first aid kit, satellite rescue beacon and anything else you folks can recommend?
Went to this garage sale that was listed and seemed average at best, that was until I pulled up to the house.
This place had a detached garage with three out buildings and a couple more temporary car port enclosures. I didn't even think to take pictures at first as it was overwhelming to look at.
Each area was packed to the hilt, I only got a couple quick pictures as I didn't want to upset the owner. The first picture is with the camera held at about 7 feet in the air, the other buildings had at least as much as well as the front yard and other areas were packed, totes everywhere full of junk.
I was there trying to focus and pinpoint the good from the garbage when I started feeling woozy and dazed. I realized my breathing was shallow and I felt weak. Nothing wrong with me at all but the amazing piles of stuff did something to me that hasn't happened before...there's gotta be a name for this! Pickerpackackaphobia?
Preparing for a fresh go tomorrow, including combat boots, couple pairs of gloves, first aid kit, satellite rescue beacon and anything else you folks can recommend?