In the parking lot of The Vendor's Village, there was an outdoor flea market. The owner of this horse and buggy was either selling or "junkin' ". We didn't meet him to find out which.
The size of both of the indoor markets was deceptive from the outside. Each had aisles and aisles of crafts, antiques, collectibles, and someone's trash that could be a treasure. We, however, did not find any.
We did find Green Farm and the old mill, but it is no longer a tourist attraction, per se.
The ancestral home has been turned into a bed and breakfast as part of a golf resort.
The old mill which used to produce 3 grades of flour: Grayson Lily; White Rose; and "Good Enough" is almost collapsing into the Falls of Rough.
The general store is still standing, but not safe for touring.
The bridge was sturdy enough for foot traffic...
...and to imagine what the life here used to be like.
We later stopped back at the state park. It was very crowded. The lake was churning with boat and water ski traffic. Back at the our campground, dogs were barking and some yahoo was setting off fireworks (against park regulations) for over two hours. We decided we had exhausted our sight seeing opportunities in the area and chose to forfeit one night's stay in lieu of taking back roads up to Michigan and making the trip in two days rather than one on the interstate. We both agreed we would not want to stop at this Army Corps park again.
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