Cuddy Park was apocalyptic.
Rusted and ripped RV’s and cars, old torn tents, shelters badly constructed out of wood stolen from nearby big box stores. Unsafe propane tanks burned inside the structures. Food wrappers, empty cans and plastic shopping bags blocked much of the grassless ground from sight. Feces sat in open buckets because the city decided to remove porta potties after a woman took up residence inside one and died while on the throne. The rain encouraged a swamp of sulphurous smells.