Today I had to get out of here. I had to stop walking the same inebriating figure 8 within the walls of this apartment. The weather had finally turned and this cooler – 60’s – weather is what my soul speaks to.

I told Aaron this morning that I felt like a caged bird. I had to get out of here. I had to fly. I wanted to run as fast I could in the opposite direction from Right Here.

So I did.

I packed up the car, bundled up my girl and we got in the minivan and sped in the opposite direction of this town.

We found ourselves in orchards, with tea, pointing inside a glass case and trying umpteen different kinds of truffles, on a carousel, a boardwalk, a beach and … a surprising Junique place (Unique Junk Antiques) …

The Antique Junkyard was amazing. It just kept going and going.

I was hunting for a wire basket but didn’t end up finding one. Absolutely everything else I ever thought I might need though …

This beautiful tree sprawls in the middle of it all. I have a thing for trees.

And I have a thing for antiques.

I even introduced the seduction to her … hunting for all things mermaid, or princess. Or pretty.

You might not even care about the antiques or treasure hunting, but you still MUST go to this place. Every where you turn there’s a new set up, a new scene. Almost like props or a circus junkyard. The stories you can tell just from looking around …

The ideas you might have …

And it kept going and going and going. After a while I didn’t even know what I was looking at half the time, but I wanted to see it.

She was eternally entertained … the best shopping experience of her life!

I have to go back, I have so many ideas now.

There’s so much I didn’t really look at, so much I need to see.

A wonderful end to the day that needed to bring me far away from here. It delivered. It brought me all over the world in one acre.

Runaway there yourself: Sunset Junk.