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In case you hadn’t guessed our recent scenic drive up the coast wasn’t random, it had a particular destination in mind.

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The often heard of, always praised… BCB.

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It didn’t fail to impress.

The place is huge.

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As advertised… it’s a giant chicken barn with the bottom floor devoted to a multi dealer antique store and the top floor home to over 200,000 books which sounded like pure heaven to me .

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We entered the building and turned left, happily strolling in and out of treasure filled booths. Husband is obsessed with old glass water jugs, but he already had this one and reluctantly put it back.

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I saw Benjamin Franklin… complete with kite.

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And the type of vintage crank phone I’ve been wanting for the man cave/Barn Mahal… though this one was in terrible shape… so there it stayed.

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The downstairs seemed to go on forever but when we were through with the left side of the barn and returned to the middle entrance to peruse the right side, the temperature started rising. ( Husband is seen here examining a wooden egg crate, but we already have 3… so I said no ) This old building has no air conditioning and it being the middle of summer… things were starting to get downright uncomfortable. For some reason the farther right you went the hotter it got so I was basically speed walking through the stalls trying to work my way back to a cooler section.

And because I don’t need any more vintage wooden crates for my vinyl record collection?

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A veritable mountain of vintage wooden crates for my vinyl record collection.

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And this … because a big chicken barn needs a randomly placed big chicken.

I’m ashamed to report I did not have the stamina to peruse the books. I climbed the large staircase, reached the top and literally couldn’t breathe for the heat. I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say the temperature rivaled the surface of the sun. Okay, maybe that’s extreme… but honestly, it was unbearable and everyone who ascended to the second floor came right back down. I wish I’d known this before we came, I would have planned a fall or winter visit.

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We took a different route home and drove through one of the prettiest coastal towns in the state, Camden.

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We thought about lunch but the downtown area was packed solid with wall to wall tourists so we just breezed on by….

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With me wanting a hobbit doorway under our porch like this one.

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😊

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