I grew up sailing in Maine. When I took delivery of my catamaran in Maine, I looked forward to really having a chance to cruise more than just my childhood home waters. I took the journey south with the snowbirds with every intention of returning for a second season in Maine and the Maritimes before shipping the boat to the west coast. But I couldn't do it. I just couldn't face another summer of lobser pots (and toggles!). Sure, there were a few other factors that came into play but in thinking of the 'minefields' I'd been through, I just didn't think it was worth it.

I've got a worse underwater configuration than does Larry with 2 vertical daggerboards, 2 saildrives, and 2 spade rudders but I distinctly remember frequently having absolutely no choice but to straddle buoys because there was no path through. Hurricane Sound and east of Merchant Row particularly come to mind.....