Sailing across the Gulf of Maine for Matinicus Rock by dead reckoning in the fog listening for the horn.... then being rewarded by the discovery that you can see 5 miles between the water and three feet above it?

Like the night before having condensed fog drip off the main boom onto your face?

Or sailing up Blue Hill Bay under jib and jigger in flat water and 40 knots on the quarter?

Challenges and rewards that make memories.