After thirty-four cakes, I was finally settling into a nice cake-hunting routine: pick a day to hunt cakes, pinpoint which cakes to find, lay out a plan for driving to them and more often than not, lure someone into going with me. 🙂
For number 35, I wanted to see the cake at the Spirit of St. Louis Airport in West St. Louis County with my (mostly) willing accomplices: my mama and Mr. Miles James.
And as a bonus, while we were driving to the location to see the cake, we got to experience a cake hunting first – finding a cake in the snow!! Ok, so it was more like snow flurries, but I’m gonna still count it as snow.
I’ll be honest and say that even though I grew up not far from this cake, like the one at the Kemp Auto Museum, I did not even know that there was an airport just a short drive from Chesterfield Valley.
After doing some research into the location, I found out some interesting facts that made me realize just why they had chosen this location for a cake.
The first thing I discovered was that the Spirit of St. Louis Airport was celebrating it’s 50th year of operation in 2014! (Hooray small airports/businesses!) So that right away seemed to be enough reason to have a cake at this location, but when I started digging deeper into the history of the place, it seemed like a tale right up this cake monster’s alley.
The airport was founded in 1964 (50 years ago…) by a pilot who was tired of waiting in line with his small plane at Lambert Airport while all the other bigger planes got priority. So he decided to find some land to open his own airport. Pretty legit so far…
BUT here’s where it gets good! The stretch of land that he found to build the airport on came to be called Gumbo…no explanation, just Gumbo.
Right, so on Gumbo they needed to build a tower, and this tower was built (according to the Spirit of St. Louis Airport’s website ) from storm doors (classy) and windows (those are important) on top of four telephone poles (seems SUPER safe). And what was this magnificent catastrophe-waiting-to-happen called? Why Old Shaky, of course!
After doing this research and seeing that, despite this randomness, the airport has managed to survive and thrive for 50 years, I was filled with hope. It really seemed as though this airport’s history was tailor made for this cake monster to enjoy and learn that from sketchy beginnings can come good things. And with so many unusual names and sketchy ways of doing things – I couldn’t be prouder to have this airport in my (former) backyard!
Plus! As if this hunt wasn’t exciting enough with all the snow (flurries), the exotic names of the land and tower, and having Miles and my mama with me along for the ride, this cake marks the first of a few cakes I found that had an image of a man with a very unusual expression on his face – truth be told, he’s a bit terrifying. For all of this, I’d say Cake #35 was definitely a win!