I prepared myself for the worst but luckily when Mom opened the chest, nothing bad happened so I looked around to see that the chest was filled with dozens upon dozens of little glass vials with different color liquids in them. Each of them had different labels which my Mom was observing at the moment, the chest was getting a little heavy in my arms standing there so I suggested,
"Why don't we look at these back at the cabin?" Mom looked in awe of the vials that it took a few words from me before she looked up to me. Realizing the issue she just smiled and laughed a bit,
"Oh! Sorry hun! Yeah let's take these back!"
Another two mile hike back and I carried the chest into the living room and set it upon the wooden coffee table in front of a couch which I sat on, Mom joined beside me as we both began browsing through the many vials. Each were labeled but they were so watered down that they were nearly impossible to read,
"I think somebody went a little extreme with their chemistry set." I joked which made us both chuckle a bit. Mom then grabbed a vial, twisted the cap off, then gave a sniff; I went wide eyed from her obviously unwise decision: what if the fumes could poison her? Luckily she smiled and said to me,
"Smells like fruit! I think it's just juice, Joe." And here I was hoping we had discovered some kind of ancient relic we could bring to a museum for a good price. I gave a disappointed sigh when at the corner of my eye I noticed Mom chugged the entire vial down,
"WHOA! Mom, it still could be expired or poison!"