In the spring of 1992, Nat Philbrick was in his late thirties, living with his family on Nantucket, feeling stranded & longing for that thrill of victory he once felt after winning a national sailing championship in his youth. Was it a midlife crisis? It was certainly a watershed for the journalist-turned-stay-at-home dad, who impulsively decided to throw his hat into the ring, or water, again. With the bemused approval of his wife & children, Philbrick used the off-season on the island as his solitary training ground, sailing his tiny Sunfish to its remotest corners, experiencing the haunting beauty of its tidal creeks, inlets, & wave-battered sandbars. On ponds, bays, rivers, & finally at the championship on a lake in the heartland of America, he sailed through storms & memories, racing for the prize, but finding something unexpected about himself instead.