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In this blog Ive wrestled with many thorny, not to say dangerous situations: alligators circling the Blue Moon in the Georgia swamps, thunderstorms stalking us across Albemarle Sound, spiling battens snapping in half when bent too far... But never have my wits been challenged as they were this summer.

Im sure the problem is a common one, but Ive never seen it mentioned in any of my old sailing books. The Pardeys must have been too resourceful, the Hiscocks too discreet, Macgregor too virtuous to suffer from it. Neither is the problem specifically chronicled in the adventures of Horatio Hornblower or Jack Aubry, although mention is made of the horrific smell to be found below decks, which must be attributable -- at least in part -- to this sailing scourge.

It might also explain why British sailors chose to work barefoot, even when keeping winter watch in the uncomfortable regions off Ushant.

The problem I refer to is Stinky Boat Shoe Syndrome, or SBSS for short.

Logo of the SBSS Society

I encountered this problem on my long voyage up the coast, but the case wasnt so acute. Perhaps because I was wearing real leather boat shoes, which only smelled like a wet, dead cow. Or perhaps because the shoes never did dry out and thus come to full flower. Or perhaps the smell was mitigated by the bag of damp, unwashed laundry that usually hung in my focsle.

This summer I switched to a kind of sneaker boat shoe. They were decidedly more comfortable, but the day after a particularly wet sail I noticed -- or I should say, Helena noticed -- an odd smell emanating from the closet.

The odor wasnt too bad at first... just a faint eau du foote... but it grew. Grew to the point where it practically took physical form. Think Pigpen without a head. Emphasis on the pig.

SBSS visualization

I ignored it at first. Rather successfully, in fact. But I knew it was only a matter of time before the crisis came to a head...

"Its me or those shoes!" said Helena one morning after a particularly bad night. Thats when I knew I had to find a solution.

No problem. Im quite handy with this sort of thing, now, I thought.

My first guess was a mild bleach solution. I filled a large bucket with warm water, added two tablespoons of bleach, weighed down the shoes with a pig of lead to keep them underwater for the night. (I bought a 5 lb pig of lead to make a lead for a lead line, but never got around to it. But the pig sure is handy for lots of things!)  Then I put them outside in the sun for a day to dry.

At first, this seemed to do the trick, but as soon as I warmed them up by putting my feet into them, Pigpen came back with a vengeance. I didnt dare increase the bleach concentration for fear of destroying the fabric. Another approach was needed.

I tried several other remedies much recommended on the Internet: popping them in the freezer (no difference after thawing), popping them in the microwave (what the what? a really efficient way to spread the smell through the whole house), plus several commercial products like Oxyclean and liberal spraying of Fabreze or Chanel No. 5.

Actually, the Chanel covered the smell, but got me strange looks down at the yacht club.

Finally, after a summer of experimentation, I am able to announce the UnlikelyBoatBuilders solution to the stinky boat shoe. Guaranteed to work.

First, rinse shoes immediately after sailing with liberal amounts of fresh water. I just hosed them off on the dock for several minutes. Be sure to remove the liners if so equipped.

Rinsing will keep the smell at bay for a long time if you do it every time without fail. However, if you are like me, eventually you will forget. Then SBSS will begin to breed in your shoes and you will need to take the following, more drastic, steps:

1. Rinse thoroughly with fresh water
2. Soak in a strong vinegar solution. I used half a bottle of cheap distilled vinegar to a bucket of water. You dont want the imported, fruity vinegar here...
3. Rinse, then dry in sun
4. Sprinkle liberally with baking soda, inside and out. Leave in shoes until you need them again, then knock or brush off.

As my friend John likes to say: "There is nothing particularly difficult about sailing, but there are an enormous number of simple skills to be mastered."

You know, suddenly the purpose of those odd-looking poop decks is perfectly clear:


Keeps the Captains boat shoes dry.



Next Episode: Hot Tugs

The Cruisailer 41 was developed for the same client as the Cruisailer 55. Click here for a link to that posting. I cant tell how many of these boats were built. The one shown above was built by M. M. Davis & Son of Solomons, Maryland who incidentally built the Cruisailer 55s which were to follow a few years later.

The following article from Yachting magazine states that three boats were under construction at the time the article was written in 1938. Please double click for zoom.


Here are the plans.

Today I was joined by Taran and Noel.  After getting up at 6am and driving west we left my van at Llangennith and drove back to Oxwich Bay to launch.  The sun was out the sea was flat, it was perfect, if only a bit on the chilly side.  A seal was lounging in the water, a good start.
Out into the bay the low winter sun almost blinds our view.
There was a bit of swell evident out in the open.
Within no time we were paddling past Port Eynon and for me at least, new territories beyond.
The sun provided a bit of warmth on our backs as we made our way further west.
We pass Culver Hole, a large sea cave whose entrance is sealed off by a 60ft stone wall.  Culver from the Old English word Culfre meaning dove or pigeon is a medieval dovecote believed to date between 13th-14 century.
Steep waves sweep in all along the shore line, the thoughts of landing at Llangennith I think on all our minds.
We receive a flyby from Whiskey Oscar 99 with a friendly whoop whoop from their siren.
Paddling on I wonder why in the two years me and Taran have been paddling together weve never been to the Gower before.  The cliffs rise and fall dramatically, can only imagine the forces involved in creating such a landscape....


Like Noel said...you have to be here to appreciate the scale of these formations.
We approach the cave where an almost complete 26,000 year old skeleton was discovered, better known at the Red Lady of Paviland.  The red lady was in fact a 25yr old male originally assumed to be a female dating back to the Roman period.
We take our time and explore every nook and cranny of this fantastic coast.
Theres plenty of bird life to enjoy on the way.

The cliffs continue to rise and fall as we near our lunch stop.

We stop off at fall bay part of the Worms Head headland.
Moving on we hug the shore continuing up the neck of the head.
Deceptive waves seem to rise steeply and wrap around the end of the head as we paddle on reluctantly toward the danger.

Reaching the tip the conditions liven up slightly but the scale of the dragons head is jaw dropping.
 Gulls use the up-drafts and circle around the towering formation.  Wow what a place to be, this is the only way to view the Worm, not by foot.
Trying to get a sense of prospective.
On the dark side of the head the cliffs rise steeply from the sea, interrupted with cave arches and inlets.  Gulls, Shags and Razorbills cling to the steep cliffs above our heads.
A few seals pop up watching keeping a keen eye on our progress.
And with good reason, there are plenty of young ashore.  This small seal looks like it might have been one of this years.
We leave the shadows of the the great serpentine headland and cross over Llangennith to our final destination.  Mass flocks of birds circle around us in the open water.    
A shot of me with the Worms Head.
We land in the surf, not huge but steep fast and great fun.
We linger a little while longer enjoying the last drops of daylight in the foaming surf.
Its then a gigantic carry up the beach and over the sand dunes back to the van.