National Geographic : 1961 Apr
ANSCOCHROMEBY NATIONALGEOGRAPHICPHOTOGRAPHERROBERTF. SISSON © N.G.S . lighters and tugs, horns wailing, puff dark confusion into Glasgow's busy harbor knocking the early autumn leaves off trees. In some stretches the water was a bit noisome, but there were lovely stretches of countryside where farmers were harvesting, and we passed some pretty towns. We approached the great city of Glasgow by the back way, and skirted the Clyde a little to the north of it for miles and miles-miles of gasworks and factories, timber stacks and sawmills, the mighty Singer sewing-machine plant and, later, Clydebank shipyards where giant cranes dwarfed even the huge oil tankers and cargo liners building there. Then we came to Bowling, at the canal's western end, within a mile or two of the Firth of Clyde where we had started. There was Dumbarton Rock, and, farther down, Arran and Ailsa Craig; past them the Atlantic Ocean, and to the north the beautiful Western Isles where we had been. The log said we had sailed two and a half thousand miles in twenty colorful weeks. We felt that now we really had seen something of wonderful Scotland. "That was a trip, that was!" said old Ike, who was not given to the use of many words. "I'm mighty glad I came." So were we all.