within a picturesque setting of forested blue hills and farms, the Crowfoot Valley Flea Market draws visitors from near and far. Volunteer firefighters sell tickets in a perpetual raffle as children pose for pictures behind the wheel of a vintage pumper truck. The strident drone of cicadas harmonizes with the folksy tunes of an autoharp duet played by two old women wearing long calico dresses. The most popular attraction is at the market's hub, where visitors partake in the diverse offerings from a caravan of food vendors surrounding a circular dining pavilion. Down-county tourists parade designer dogs, drawn to this backcountry setting OCTOBER 2019 for the chance to discover some primitive collectible, or procure items made by local artisans. Also cruising the rows are hunters in camo T-shirts and logo ball caps with wraparound sunglasses perched on the brim, eyes peeled for an antique turkey call with some old magic still within, or partial boxes of ammunition to be had at a bargain. Announcements crackle like old-time radio broadcasts over an old loudspeaker system, the tail end of each returned as an echo by the woods: Get it now while the sugar is good! Crowfoot Valley sweet corn, picked just this morning right down the road at 41