Go fishing (catch and release).

“My husband has been going to the Keys since he was a child, his father before him, and his grandfather before that. My own dad is a sailor, but this is different. It’s hot. The humidity is so thick it’s almost oppressing. It’s tiring. It’s salty—so much so that an hour on the sea leaves a layer of thin yet impenetrable crust on every surface. My fishing shirts soak up the smell of the ocean in minutes, never to recover, no matter how many times I wash them.”

“So this year, I put in the effort to become part of the tradition. I baited my own hooks, reeled in my own fish (and released my marine friend more often than not), cleaned the meat, cooked the fish. I snorkeled through living-coral reefs, and jumped off the bow of the boat. Not only did I catch a few keepers—I caught the boating bug, too.”