After miraculously avoiding the rainfall, I was getting bored of the monotony of the freeway, so when I saw a sign that said 'Lincoln's New Salem' I took that as a message to get off the interstate in search of something. Unfortunately, the historical site was closed, but I was able to get to this statue of the great emancipator. It struck me as symbolic, that on a journey through the heart of the Confederacy, that I would eventually end up in front of a statue dedicated to the man who defeated it and by extension abolished slavery. While his party seems to have drifted quite far from his ideals and vision of the United States, I'm hopeful that that one day, our better angels will remind us that we all share a single fellowship of human kind, regardless of race, religion or creed.