ot odd to me either. For a bunch a years I had a 38 ft Beal Island (40LOA) that was redesigned and turned into a "stealth clamboat" . We had the pilot house raked and redesigned as a creature comfort center with a comfy galley and lounge
The head , shower and two state rooms were below fore and aft. It was surprisingly spacious and ran like a clock. We putted all over the N atlantic with the sucker. It was named Iapetus. Theres a joutnal thread of life aboard here on A2K.
It was a twin Cat and Yanmar powered "first of the comfy lobstah boat trawlers".
Now these things are a s common as rockweed.
I had a friend with a LArson 34 and he and his wife lived aboard their boat lotsa weekends in the summer (till they hadda leave Connecticut and took a new teaching job in California).Theyve since divorced and hes bought another boat out there
The longest we lived aboard Iapetus was about about 3 weeks at a time. We did take extended sea voyages into the Northumberland and around Nova SCotia (we had to get hauled out and trailered about 10 miles near Hopewell NB.). I found the hardest thing to do was to figure out food needs for weeks at a time , otherwise we would always be heading to shore on our zodiac and doing grocery shopping at some greedy chandlers "company store".
We learned to carry a moped in the tween decks and then we had a bit more "range" when we went ashore. At larger touristy points we could always rent a car easily enough. ANother thing that frosted my ass was waiting for the customs guys to show up . We always lose hours just sitting on our asses. CAnada was better than US (wed have to check customs every time we came back and once I got busted by the ATF guys who werent clued into our radio messgaes to customs and " Border PAtrol", so they showed up on the dock as we pulled our zodiac back into Eastport Me and we got really hassled about "We should know better than to try to sneak back in, now it was gonna be hard on us". ABout then the Customs guys showed up with our tickets and the ATF backed off.
NEVER **** with any "post poffice" employee who wears a gun.
Ive sailed in sailboats owned by others for several extended trips in the Chesapeake and we just diddled around the inlets and coves till we got dead lost. I took poart in one sail race as a crew member for a "friend" (Up to that point). When we started the rcae (to Rock Island) this guy tured into CAptain Queeg and we all wanted to kill him. After I debarked on Rock Island I never talked to that fucker again. (He died several years ago and I went to his funeral).
AS another aside,
GPS has been a major game changer in extended tripping. We kept charts and we were always proficient inLORAN course plotting and night(unequipped)coastal navigation, but with GPS, we can keep our eyes on the horizon and a couple of screens and have all the info we need to navigate in all nasty conditions (like Letette rocks and Straits of Belle Isle or even Sable Isle ). Yep GPS is a real navigation dream (And I bought a spare "cheap" Lowrance unit as a back up and never used it).
When the world is covered by 70% seas, we should spend our lives ashore in that proportion. I cry every so ofetn that I hadda sell Iapetus because I needed money for a drill rig for my company. Ive since recouped the cash and were thinking of an old Hinkley Talaria 45'. (I couldnt afford a new one) but theres plenty of used down in Fla. Id do it all agai n in a heartbeat. The sea holds us close.