There's nothing like it. My wife and I were living in Michigan when we developed our interest in boating back in the mid 60's. By the mid 70's we were heavy into sailing and were used to the ritual of hauling the boat in the fall and putting it back in the water around Easter time. Suddenly the light bulb in our minds went off and we decided that a sail boat shouldn't spend nearly half its life in a cradle and so in 1976 we moved to San Diego where we developed a new ritual; every Christmas morning we would go sailing.
