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.