I have a confession to make: I thought I knew what a big flea market looked like until I wandered through the sprawling halls of one particular weekend destination in southwestern Ohio.
Rows upon rows of vendor booths stretch farther than you can see, packed with everything from vintage vinyl records to hand-crafted jewelry made while you wait.
You can spend an entire Saturday here and still not cover every aisle, every booth, every hidden corner where someone might be selling exactly what you never knew you needed…