At 9, I was way too young to feel this kind of latitudinal repression. But that didn't change the fact that I wanted more. From the time I was 5 until I turned 15, my liveaboard family did the same thing every year: We'd spend the summers in the Chesapeake, where we'd take care of such business as going to the doctor and the dentist, seeing family, and getting Chez Nous, our Gulfstar 47, hauled out for the occasional bottom-and-blister-job. Then, in the fall, we'd head down the Intracoastal Waterway to Florida, where we'd wait for a weather window to hop over to the Bahamas. It was the most routine cruising lifestyle you could imagine, and, in a way, it was the very routine that made it work.