My life as a sailor; quiet, peaceful anchorages, a glass of cognac, listening to the sounds all around, perhaps a row around the harbor, then off to bed early and rise at dawn.

My life as a power boater aboard my brother's stinkpot; the pride of a huge wake, roaring into the anchorage (of course we dock whenever possible), break out the jetski from the stern power deck once settled in, fire up the generator for heat or A/C and if that's not needed, just the humidifiers to keep the humidity levels acceptable. It stays running all night unless of course shore power is available.