March 5, 1774
Dear Diary,
After the carriage ride out of the city to the wharf, being jostled around like rag dolls as I think we hit every rut and hole on the roads. I avoided going to my cabin because the air was fresh and spring-like on deck. After we cast off and left the wharf in our wake, I noticed dark clouds forming in the distance and we are sailing directly toward them.
Later…
I am taking a moment here in my small cabin to record the fact that I have left Philadelphia,...