Boats of all kinds crisscrossed the lake, each on its own trajectory of fun. Fishing boats chugged past, bristling with poles like hedgehogs. Sailboats swooped by at a tilt. Kayaks paddled in the ...

“Grip it and rip it!” My crew mates cheerfully egged me on after I cleared the last “No Wake Zone” and gingerly bobbed into the vast, open Atlantic Ocean. Ordinarily, a command like that would sound ...

Every boater's been there - there's one spot left at the dock and it's a tight fit. The question is: do you go for it, knowing you have, at best, even odds of success or embarrassing gracelessness, or ...