I followed a yard-sale sign into a campground. Of course I did.

There was a sign. The sign pointed into the loop. The loop was full of RVs. Apparently there was a yard sale somewhere in there, which is a sentence I never expected to type. “They can’t have too much stuff — it’s camping.” You’d think.

The find of the morning was a Vietnam-era paratrooper knife — coin in the handle, the works. Genuinely cool piece of history. The catch: the blade is busted. You can’t open the knife. The cord-cutter still works (that’s the secondary blade meant for cutting through parachute cord), but the main blade is locked. Seller had it at $25 and that was about right if it weren’t broken. Walked away on that one. Somebody else will appreciate it.

Met a 9-year-old dog named Fancy. Pet the dog. Took the loss on the knife. Came home a little lighter than I went in. We’ll go anywhere there’s a sign.