One night in 1995, I launched my 1972 Boston Whaler in Chippewa Bay, New York. The primitive channel had no markers or lights, just winding shoals and rocks. A safe return on a calm night might only be possible with radar, night vision and GPS. All I had were a road map and a compass. I secured the kill-switch safety lanyard, and the new 75 hp motor and depth finder came to life. A 6 hp “get home” motor was in place (it helped catch more fish too), and I had a spotlight. I was on a timetable, just off work.