There are few useable beach launches on the ocean. You might find the lakes nice, because the low glacier scoured terrain allows the winds to flow smoothly aside from cold fronts. Lakes can be warm, large, bug-infested, but not always jammed with motorized morons at least at the remoter ones.
This yearning for sailor togetherness is so the opposite of the Maine I grew up in. We had a lakeside cottage where we never ever thought to speak to neighbors 20 feet away on one side. Dad planted a dense row of trees between. On the other side was the only sailboat I saw on the lake except for a sunken one I found and sailed. They motored but never sailed theirs, and I never asked them about it but rather got library books on how to sail. They were rumored to be upset with an innocent stunt we kids did, so conversation was rare and with icey correctness. Maine motto used to be: good fences make good neighbors, and it did lead to a more serene life than I have had elsewhere.
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