...And I avoided the Rapture because I channel the spirit of Otis Oracle* in my body, thus being immune to those tortured souls who suffer from such low self esteem and low self worth that they had to follow that crackpot Harold Camping. Because I am destined to become one of the multitude of the sane and the damned, I can bring you the final chapter of the one thing that the people who feverishly believe in the Rapture will probably never experience in their lifetime.
Hartford Regional Center. You can actually see this monstrosity from most points in Newington. And yes, it is fenced off, and yes, there is razor festooned along the top of the fence. The hike down from this point was actually quite treacherous, in that I really had no trees to hang on to if I'd somehow lost my balance on the way down, which due to the plethora of leaves and loose jagged rocks made it a very distinct possibility. And yes, this ends the hiking portion of our post as the road that you see behind the tower lead down to the underpass and Mountain Road.
And the gratuitous shot of Jenelle's trophy and medal case, which has since been moved up to her bedroom. This my friends, is why dear old dad is always broke 95% of the time because dear old dad drops about $1200 a year for both dancing and figure skating. And yes, about 33% of that total goes towards her annual visit to a regional dance competition. I think its in Massachusetts this year.
*Otis Oracle was a fundamentalist who often railed about penguin lust and family values in the cartoon "Bloom County"