On one of our many trips to Chesterfield valley, we saw
another silver cake from the road and I pulled over to investigate. It looked like a superman symbol. Payton ran out and we grabbed a few pictures
in front of the Kemp Auto Museum, stopping to admire the silver cast of an older
model Mercedes. At this point, I still
had no clue what the cakes were for or why we were spotting them.
The lights didn't come on until driving home from the Magic House down Lindenberg Avenue, we see a cake at the Kirkwood Train Depot and then just a few miles down one upon a hill. The boys and I turn around and grab a few photos. I began to wonder "why all the cakes?" I
figured the other places were just fun places to take children, but why these? These two cakes were the pivotal point in peaking my interest
enough to actually begin “caking” as we have begun to call it.
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