I dreaded this walk along a street I anticipated as being completely ghost-townish. My bad for prejudging it and leaving it undeservedly until almost the end of my project. The street dead-ends into Costco, so, as you can imagine, a steady stream of cars passed me, even if I didn’t see a single pedestrian, rare in my outings. It was just me and all the factories, many of them shuttered. But like many of my industrial walks, it had its own charms. I passed under the mega silos of the Red Roses flour mill. Just think how many cakes you could make with the contents of just one of those silos. I’d be fixed for life. At the beginning of the pandemic, to keep me baking, I sprang for a 20 kilo sack of flour and thought it was humungous, but it was nothing compared to these babies.
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