There are some days when I merely think I've got one of the best jobs in the world, and there are other days when I'm completely certain of it. From a pure thrills point of view, last October 12 was one of the latter. Actually, it started off pretty average: The wind was blowing a solid 20 knots out of the northeast, the passing rain showers were biting, and the lumpy Chesapeake Bay was gray and nasty. On top of that, our four-person, independent Boat of the Year (BOTY) judging panel--whose efforts to determine the best boats for 2006 I was overseeing--had no fewer than seven vessels to sail that day in the challenging conditions. Yes, the sailing was terrific, but the whole exercise also felt a lot like work. And then we boarded the Gunboat 48 catamaran.