Nicodemus, Kansas. Settlement for blacks following reconstruction, one of the many destinations of the Great Migration in the 1870s. It was incredible and inspiring to see this land that I’ve been reading about - and writing about - for years.
It was almost completely iced over and half of me feared getting stuck on one of these backroads in the small town that it’s become. It was so cold that I didn’t venture into the town hall for visitor information. I drove by the old water tower, the site of the school first built by the freed Americans (it was burned down and rebuilt in the early 1900s until the kids of Nicodemus are bused to another county), the first Baptist church.
It was quiet and my mind wandered into the past I drove down the gravel and ice. I will make it a point to come back and walk around once I thaw out.