As we were beating up from The Baths one year, we found ourselves able to take quite a close course along the shore, the helmsman having a ball keeping her in the groove. At one point, I looked up and noticed that our line was running just inside of Mosquito Rock. Water looked fine along that line, but take a look at the next picture to see what we would have run into. I quietly told the helmsman to fall off a touch to avoid "that rock".