Ten dollars. At a yard sale even further up into the mountains than where we live. Where we also made some cool new friends.
Not an electrical part on it anywhere. Completely human-powered. Seems to have all of the important (read: hard to replace) parts; what’s missing or loose can be replaced or adjusted.
Don’t know when it was made, but it has a metal plate with a series of engraved patent dates, the most recent of which is 1886.
Real wood. Real metal. No plastic in sight. In pretty good condition, considering its age. Beautiful.
I’m looking forward to its company on cold winter nights, and am already imagining all of the things I can mend, make or re-make, with its help.
But now, I’m off to harvest and hang to dry catnip, oregano and spearmint, check the chicken coop for eggs, and then help Peter put up fencing. My new treasure will wait. Out here, winter work is different than summer work.