That’s the way sailing traditions should be learned, passed down with humor and exacting care from generation to generation. Add in the beauty and majesty of a chain of islands, pretty harbor towns and hidden anchorages, a stiff breeze, and the vast Atlantic beyond, and it is the perfect cruising education. Today the Elizabeth Islands and Buzzard’s Bay—like everything else--are more built up, and anchorages like Cuttyhunk can get so crowded that you feel like you are parking at the mall. But nothing can erase happy memories that are burned so deep, and Buzzard’s Bay will always be a sailing ground that connects me to my youth and my family. It’s soul-stirring, and I will be back soon, on my own boat, with my children, to start the cycle anew.