The Horse Latitudes
I use to live in Atlanta. We enjoyed taking our motorcycles on circuits that would take us through the No. Ga. mountains and by many of the lakes (like Lake Lanier) in the area. It use to be a ritual to stop around noon, take a picnic bench overlooking a lake, eat a sandwich, and motor on. We'd spend an hour. What was laughable was that the sailboats were all in the exact same location on the lake as when we arrived. 30 - 35 degrees (North or South is dead (between the prevailing Easterlies further south and prevailing Westerlies to the North). It's where early voyaging Spainards had to throw their horses overboard. Becalmed and running out of water. I am sure though that the Lake Lanier voyagers had plenty of liquid sustenance with them
