Heading to Great Harbor one night many years ago from White Bay in the dink. I insisted that we use a flashlight, but my husband refused saying that he didn't want to shine light into the faces of other sailors. He had had a really good time at The Soggy all day, so he wasn't thinking correctly.. One of our crew was deathly afraid of the water. Rounding the curve into the harbor we rammed a huge rock. Our guest about died. My husband said, "oh hell, it's a rubber boat!" meaning nothing was hurt. Every time we sail by that rock we all say in unison, "OH HELL! IT'S A RUBBER BOAT"!