16 May 1845: To Oregon!

When the wagons began to move, and all of the cattle and the men on horseback, a great cloud filled the air and the sound grew to a terrible rumble, louder that the thunder from Wednesday night’s storm. Once we began to move, it seemed to quiet down a bit, but I still had to nearly shout at Annabelle and Mama to get them to hear me. I suppose I will get used to it.

I do hope I do not become weary of this adventure.

Only 5 miles on our first day.