National Geographic : 1964 Aug
Wherever sundown had found us, that was our lodging for the night. Dinners consisted of produce of the country: the freshest, crust iest bread in the world, vegetables and fruits right out of the fields and orchards, meat and poultry farm-fattened and dressed. Our evening was a pleasant lingering over dinner. At night we slept with the stars shin ing in the stern windows, down the compan ionway, or through the open hatch. We could rise early or late with no daily schedule to meet, dress as we chose, welcome visitors, or keep to ourselves. And touring inland Europe with Yankee offered some extra interests: the steering through a narrow bridge; the following of a chart; the search for an anchorage; the diffi culties of a stiff current; the special problems of high or low water; the meetings with other craft in troublesome places. To us these cruising features were basic joys of life on the ketch-and fascinating challenges, too. As our anchor dropped once more in the cluttered harbor of Marseille's Vieux Port, I hoped that those who had sailed with us felt the same. THE END 195 N.G.S.