old red mill | River's world…..

The other half of the Old Red Mill building in Jericho, Vermont was what I’d really come to see.

No, that’s not a commentary on ultra left liberals.

Named after Wilson Bentley, the museum celebrates the life of the first man to ever photograph snowflakes.

We take photographs of everything for granted now, but trust me this was a big deal at the turn of the century.

They even had his original camera.

Imagine dragging that around in the snow.

The museum was understandably small, basically just one room.

And judging by the fact his favorite quilt, sewn by his mother, took up a whole wall…

Exhibits were hard to come by.

I tried to take a selfie with Bentley, but the lighting was wrong and left me with nothing but a giant glare.

You knew there had to be some antique shopping on our trip.

The husband refused to let me purchase this pair of chicken rocking chairs… even though I knew they’d be great on the barn porch. The $2,000 price tag might have had something to do with that.

This old advertisement made us cringe. Clearly 666 didn’t have the same connotation back in the day.

But look, it cured everything from headache to constipation . What’s not to love?

We hit a few stores and were about to call it quits but then, from the corner of my eye….

A beer crate! At an extremely affordable $25 price. I was thrilled and I think the store owner was so happy to sell something he gave me these two vintage wooden darts (with real feathers) for free.