I think the writer of that phrase meant, "you", are not the same. Looking out over our old harbor(which luckily hasn't changed a bit) on Lake Champlain this past weekend, that feeling came true. Having lunch on an old picnic table at the Charlotte Sailing Center and gazing across one of the most beautiful stretches of water, to the Adirondacks beyond, I was struck by how small it looked.

A perfect wind came up and true to my memory, sailboats began to fill the lake. The water was flat so the sailing was so enticing. I wanted to be out there to feel it. No area I know of sails as much as Lake Champlain. It is a stunning place!

I know well the size of the lake, it broadens to the north substantially, but I couldn't imagine us on CHRISTMAS sailing here anymore. One day, maybe, in another boat, when I'm changed, again.