Somewhere in Fresno, a ceramic owl from 1973 sits on a folding table next to a power drill that might have built half of Sacramento, and both are priced like the seller actually wants you to take them home – welcome to the Cherry Avenue Auction, where your wallet goes further than a marathon runner on espresso.
This Central Valley phenomenon sprawls across enough acreage to make you question whether you’ve accidentally wandered into a small city dedicated entirely to the art of the deal.
The entrance gates frame a vista of possibilities that makes your credit cards nervous and your storage unit suddenly seem too small.
You arrive early enough to catch the vendors still setting up, which feels like watching a theater production before the curtain rises…