We went last night, because I'm trying to get as many views in as I can. I want to soak it all in, because this is really the end. We watched the show, watched the crew move the equipment back through the drawbridge, and walked around what's left of the park. It was my saddest night ever at Epcot. I cried a small tear (or more) as the globe opened, and I really lost it thinking about the lyrics, "to a new day, we go on." There will be a new day, but it won't be the same. This is really the last of many painful nails in the coffin of our Epcot. The people who don't get it may never get it, but it was much more than a theme park. It was a park of hope and inspiration. It was a different type of park that will never be equaled. Right now Bob and Bob are sleeping soundly just a few miles from Epcot not knowing, understanding, or caring that this is so difficult for so many of us. They are part of the group who doesn't get it, but they could get it. If they would stand on the docks and watch that performance they would get it. We do go on, and there will be many great days ahead. I just wish they weren't filled with characters and IPs at every turn.