Chris and I grew up in Quincy, Illinois and spent a lot of time on the Mississippi River and the lakes nearby, and on the Lake of the Ozarks in Missouri during the summers. Our boat, though, was a tiny craft propelled by an eighteen-horse Evinrude. This marina isn't the kind we frequented when we were children. I doubt that any of the people who live in the fine houses and who own the big sailboats we saw have more fun than we did as kids -- or have more fun than Chris and I did exploring their domain on our vacation. I wish I could recall where this marina is now, but those details have escaped me. We saw so many.