Now only the core remains. The two top halves of the roof lie folded over the left and right sides. Backhoes scrape away at the piles of wreckage. Horizons stands, a broken fragment of its past grandeur. Secondary signs of the process are appearing, like the algae growing in the eternal puddles leaking from under the wall, and browned grass from where guests have been standing on the hill to get a better view over the relatively short wall. About the only good thing about this is that you can now study the structure of the building, and examine where the ride path once was.

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