I pop my head out the forward hatch, look around and orientate myself. Up to a week after the trip I'll find that I've gotten up in the middle of the night, half asleep, and am looking out the window at cars and bushes below trying to determine if I'm dragging. As I wake up I realize that I am on the top floor of a large brick building and it is not going anyplace. I go back to bed. Next Summer I'm going hiking.
Sailing has too much equipment to worry about.