Liz and I worked in Seashore/First Landing State Park from the inflatable dinghy. We could get to some wilderness settings where the water was as shallow as six inches.
I apoligized for making her ride several miles at the crack of dawn with coolers of cameras in a 12' rubber boat. She said it was okay since the boat had an honorable history serving as tender to Mirage IV, a French sailboat I had in the British Virgin Islands in a previous life.
My neighbor across the cove takes his boat out many mornings for a few hours; a little fog or drizzle doesn't stop him. On pretty days, I've watched him sitting on his dock sailing a 3' model sloop back and forth across the lake by radio control. Lately, he tosses a lot of balls in the yard for his dog.
One day, I said, "When I grow up, I want to be like you, John." He thought for just a second, then said, smiling "My advice to you, Chris, is.... don't grow up."