Life may be no rose garden, but in Hartford you can still stroll around a fairly big one.
This segued into another ride downtown – this time across the Founder’s Bridge to the River’s east bank.
Then, at the north end of Great River Park, an ominous path I don’t recall having trodden before.
From a twisting lane strewn with broken glass, automobile trim, and puddles containing the effluent of who-knows-what, we emerge…
Alas! Is this area under the watchful “protection” of the Unnameable One?
Probably not. With nary a psychic barrier or dimensional rift in sight, I was able to safely return downtown, where things were as I had left them.
Or are they?
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