You fellow sailers did not think after all my and my first officers patience, that we would motor on back to port (although many sail boats did just that night of this story. I told my first officer that we came out on this big lake to sail, not run in on to port on the motor. When the Moon came up with the first stars of night, the wind came with it as I expected it would. Our sails, laying slack all day "caught" the wind and our "Zora Lee" came to life. The night winds came on strong and the "Zora Lee" moved forward under my command. I saw the opportunity to hand over the helm to my first officer. This was his "ship" as he felt the force of motion at his hands. I stood at the bow holding the main mast, as my first officer plowed the "Zora Lee" through the water under bright stars and the moon. We were out there, my son and I, gliding across the water until the late hours of night. It does'nt get much better. With reluctance, we finaly went in to the ramp and trailered the "Zora Lee", and headed for home port over the country roads of Indiana. As I write this, the "Zora Lee" is quitely birthed under a garage roof, awaiting the next voyage and adventure. Captain Ron L. Dixon "Zora Lee"