From the fairy tale-like Spiderweed Ruins we decided to continue exploring all that is abandoned and went to the Quarry Park ruins in Rocky Hill Connecticut which was only about twenty minutes away. Again, I knew very little going into this – only that a hike was involved.
It turns out the parking was in a little neighborhood and suitable for quite a few vehicles considering. The trailhead was located across the road from the back of the parking lot and unlike a lot of our destinations it was well marked and there was a map on the bulletin board going in. There were several trails, most which intersected, and we chose the best route to see the ruins which were also marked on the map.
Again, we were met with an upward hike, perhaps not as severe as this morning’s but still enough to get me winded! And that’s when we found ourselves at the top of a ridge with an absolutely beautiful overlook of a little pond below. And then thankfully we started to climb down. The whole path was wide, easy to recognize, and at this point pretty flat but we’d find ourselves climbing up again when the path started to be more rugged.
We weren’t even sure what we were on was even a real path but we noticed some ruins while looking down over the ledge. This resulted in further exploration. Because I was wearing shoes that were not at all suited to extreme hiking I took this exceptionally steep path down on my butt like the gracious thing that I am. I am happy I did too because the structure below was pretty cool!
It was almost entirely taken over by trees except for one cavern which opened up to the world. Inside we found what one of my travel companions decided to label “a fuck dungeon.” I kept myself entertained with the graffiti as the boys played CSI: Vice Rocky Hill with a couple possibly glow in the dark condoms on the floor. “Were these two separate instances? With two different couples? Or perhaps the same guy at two different times? Or was it an orgy? Or was it a gay couple? The possibilities are endless!” Me, I’m just happy whatever teenagers who were using this “fuck dungeon” were at least using protection. I call this a win.
We climbed down farther and eventually came out to a much better path where the rest of the ruins were starting with a “stab cabin” FULL of metal junk. Beyond that was the ruins of a train trestle with a few other random structures all COVERED on every side with a dazzling assortment of graffiti. I felt like it was a post apocalyptic wonder, but the others felt this was more the remains of a camp for teen runaways. Either way there was a distinct lack of crude dick doodles and slurs. It appears someone went over the dicks and made them into other things and the slurs were instead weirdly positive LGBT friendly slogans which I thought was sweet. Either way these ruins were more extensive than we had previously expected and the graffiti had us a bit enamored. One had a tag reading 1969 and another was a near perfect profile of Lion-o. We had a great time coming here and I really suggest it for anyone who is OK with a somewhat sketchy descent after quite some hill climbing.
And now for two galleries! The first is the ruins and the second is photos of nature and the trail.
