The first time I realized this, I was 10 years old. Before my age of enlightenment, my father kept the family boating time to the confines of protected local waters, with the occasional jaunt outside the inlet along the beach for some fishing on a bluebird-sky day. It was fantastic, but I always looked toward the horizon I couldn’t reach. It’s where I always wanted to go. Perhaps this desire was due to the restrictions on our regular trips, but the allure was real. The pull was strong. I badgered the poor man for years.