So, today's park (if you can call it a park) was a bit of a dud. My parents and I (my sister was riding in the Little Rock Tweed Ride) drove for an hour up to Jenkin's Ferry. But then we got lost and drove in circles for another hour, while the townspeople gave us strange looks. When we finally made it (after asking for directions twice) it was a serious let-down. The entire park consisted of four plaques, one mucky river, and a stone thanking the Confederates. Brinkley, at least, enjoyed himself:
We were angry at the signs, so my mum squished them.
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