Beautiful evening to ride around the West Bottoms. We stopped at a park that tells the story of a ferry full of escaped slaves that sunk near here. I gather most of those on board escaped slavery either by getting to Quindaro or dying.
I had heard that Quindaro was where escaped slaves washed up, and I pictured a regular thing, folks jumping in the river to say 'take this job and shove it' with a raft or a barrel to hold onto, as opposed to it being just one big group of shipwreck survivors.
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