There are a lot of stories to tell from this weekend. Boats and boat people galore. Cotuit is a bastion of preppiedom, but with quirky twists: a man walking a golden retriever beside a woman walking a pet goat; a groovy solar-powered granolahead house on the water with a composting toilet, where inside people talk about the Cabots and the Lowells without any sense of irony. I could tell you about these mysterious and compelling boats, and how interesting and tricky they are to sail. I could tell of fried clams and warm salt water, sandy beaches and bruises on the back of my leg from skiff sailing, candy-colored argyle socks and Nantucket red shorts, ice cream sundaes and a game of gin rummy in the gloaming.