I was driving camp with my dad one day towards Hebron when he stopped in a dirt parking lot next to an old warehouse and barn. As a digger, he always took my brother and I to weird, random places to pick up coins or whatever, so I didn’t question that.
He jumped out of the truck and looked at me with a “are you coming?” I hobbled out of the truck and followed him inside. I thought I was about to get bored in a stuffy, musty building for work, but to my surprise, I ended up having to be dragged out of there later just to get back to the truck.
What I found inside was one of the biggest flea markets I have been to.
The Willow Flea Market
Mechanic Falls, Maine’s secret treasure is the Willows Flea Market. I live an hour away and have made the trip several times since that first visit to peruse the four floors of incredibly unique items.
There is a large three story barn and a small one story barn filled to the brim with just about anything you could think of, old and new. According to their website, they have over 250 artisans and vendors selling stuff in their marketplace.
I was blown away and still am when I go back. They have records and letters from the 1800s, movies you won’t remember until you see the VHS in front of you, barely used LL Bean hiking boots for 20 bucks, clothes, sporting goods, kitchen utensils, antiques, paintings, instruments, you name it, they have it.
They have something for everyone, so I even did all my Christmas shopping under these two roofs. You can’t necessarily go there looking for something specific, much like when you shop for thrift; you just have to let the right element jump out at you.
This is the kind of place that could turn me into a hoarder. I grab an iced coffee, hit the road, head to my market, put on my headphones, and take my sweet time browsing all the nooks and crevices of the building. It’s seriously addicting!
If you haven’t checked it out, I promise it’s worth a look.