I can imagine that must be a wonderful feeling. I’d do that as often as I could.
Another great feeling (well, two on the same day last week):
When your dog goes into the bushes and then falls down the steep slopes of a mountain - after the immense worry and near panic you finally hear him bark and realize he is a lot further down than you thought.
When night is drawing in you scramble by yourself down the near vertical slopes and by chance, end up in the thicket on the ledge where he landed, and then scramble back up with him, un-injured, to safety.
After getting home, realise that your 80K camera plus lenses and flash PLUS the 13K in cash you stupidly put in the camera bag has somehow been displaced because its not in your car and not in your house, and none of your friends have seen it. Then frantically going back up the mountain to see if you left it there. Then coming down and checking everywhere you have been since you last saw it. And then, as a last resort, going to the police station with a frightfully negative attitude. And then being informed that actually, yes, someone handed it in earlier after they found it on the street - please sign the release form to get it back.
There are still some good people around.
Thank you, whoever you are.