On Sunday, we decided to take a drive to the largest flea market in the Rio Grande Valley, the Don-Wes Flea Market. - We loaded the dog and ourselves into the Jeep and off we went, over 25 miles along Hwy. 83 to Donna, Texas. - As most things go, there were billboards along the way advertising the flea market, but as we arrived to the location, no signs, no billboards, no flea market visible from the highway. But, hey, we are armed with our brand new GPS unit and a keen sense of direction, so we'll just turn around and follow our nose. ---Eventually, we found the place, a grassy field as a parking lot and vehicles with license plates from MN, MI, and IA. We knew we were in the right place.
We spent a little over an hour wandering around the booths. If a person were in the market for a little junk, something old and dusty, or rusty tools, then the Don-West flea market is your kind of place! Unfortunately, it is not our kind of place. Oh well. It got us out and about, and we had two offers to take BlackJack off our hands. But, he was being a good boy that day, so we've still got him.
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