I should've seen the handwriting on the wall sooner. My wife, Rachel, enjoys sailboat racing with me, but our three daughters don't. Yet strangely (to me), they've never objected to cruising. It didn't matter if it was a speedy trimaran, a modest monohull, a custom cruiser, or a bareboat. That's because for them, going cruising isn't about the sailing. The reason to sail to a certain harbor is to enjoy the special bowl of chowder they had last year or to repeat the hike we took to the top of the island. They don't mind trimming the sails or steering the boat, but it's more fun dragging on a line off the stern, reading book after book, or playing cards and charades around the table in a cozy saloon. It's about being together right now--and with any luck, the memories of these outings will last all their lives.