Nestled in the heart of Cumberland County sits a sprawling wonderland that defies the laws of modern retail – a place where twenty-five bucks can still fill a shopping cart and where treasure hunting isn’t just a metaphor, it’s a weekend lifestyle.
The Crossville Flea Market isn’t just big – it’s the kind of place that makes you wish you’d brought a map, comfortable shoes, and possibly a sherpa to guide you through its labyrinthine aisles of possibility.
This isn’t your grandmother’s yard sale (though your grandmother might actually be selling her collection of ceramic roosters in aisle three).
When you first pull into the gravel parking lot off Highway 127, you might think you’re just stopping at another roadside attraction…