It's 8 o'clock in the morning and the water is still asleep. I start the engine and untie the boat from the dock. From here, I set out on the Chesapeake Bay, not knowing exactly what the day has in store for me. Should I check the crab pots laying in the Middle River? Or should I grab my rod and head to Rocky Point in pursuit of an immense rockfish? Or should I take a trip to Hart Miller Island and hang out with the locals? The possibilities are endless. To me this is just another day, but to others it's a long day spent surrounded by water. Ever since I was a kid, I have enjoyed boating. Whether I'm relaxing in Sue Creek or battling the white caps in the Bay, I love to boat. The tradition has run in my family for a while. My Dad and his brothers had a dingy on the Bay, as did his father and his family. Now, it is my turn to enjoy what all the other men in my family have. I commonly find myself looking for excuses to ditch the land and hit the water. It's almost as if it's a sweet escape, letting all of my worries float away with the current. The tranquility that comes with the experience is something beyond comparison. I hope to be able to pass down that feeling through generations, because if there is one thing I know, there is nothing better than the sound of a Searay cutting through choppy wake.