On this year’s busman’s holiday, we took a week and sailed from Wickford, Rhode Island, out to Nantucket. Luck sailed with us and the trip, for the record, was delightfully uneventful, as in nothing significant broke and no aids to navigation were neglected. The wind gusted only briefly one afternooninto the high teens, but still there was enough of it the remainder of the time that we added just a hand full more hours of wear and tear to the engine. Better yet, two of our longer sailing days were mercifully cloudy in what turned out to be an otherwise delightfully hot and sunny spell. Three nights we anchored, and on one of the nights when we picked up a mooring, no one ever came to collect the fee. Dinner that evening ashore—the only one of our trip, it turns out—was theoretically a freebie. So, not even a gnarly sea story about being overcharged for a so-so burger.