Happy Thanksgiving Everyone! Today's post is a guest post from my incrocable uncle who has traveled all over in his crocs. Enjoy!
For the next year I have the great good fortune of living on a sailboat and traveling from Maine to the Bahamas and back. Given the limited space aboard, every decision about what to bring carries major consequences for boat and crew. Neglect to bring needles and thread and you could find yourself unable to stitch your gollywobbler. Pack too many Twizzlers and you run the risk of tooth decay.
The decision about what footwear to bring was the easiest part. For this entire year I brought just three pairs of shoes. Two pair I hope I never have to wear, and one pair I wear daily. One pair of shoes is my slippers. Sure, they are warm and comfortable. But when I find myself on a boat in slipper weather I know I should be farther south. The second pair of shoes is my sea boots. I wear them when the rain is bucketing down, the seas are breaking, and the wind is howling. No thank you.
It will surprise nobody reading this blog to learn that my primary pair of shoes is my Crocs. Comfortable, fashionable, reliable...these are all useful traits for anyone’s shoes. But another attribute my Crocs have that makes them ideal for the marine environment is that they float.
Don’t kid yourself, things fall overboard when you live on a boat. We’ve already lost a pair of glasses, nailclippers, countless clothespins, a suction cup (don’t ask). But never a Croc. Twice since July we have had brushes with croctastrophe when the errant shoe went over the side. But trusty Crocs float and are easily retrieved.
Years ago I accidentally dropped a favorite pair or Ray Bans over the side and watched them sink out of sight. Never occurred to me to jump in after them. But when a Croc went astray in early Croctober of this year, I leapt into the drink with nary a second thought.
For the next year I have the great good fortune of living on a sailboat and traveling from Maine to the Bahamas and back. Given the limited space aboard, every decision about what to bring carries major consequences for boat and crew. Neglect to bring needles and thread and you could find yourself unable to stitch your gollywobbler. Pack too many Twizzlers and you run the risk of tooth decay.
The decision about what footwear to bring was the easiest part. For this entire year I brought just three pairs of shoes. Two pair I hope I never have to wear, and one pair I wear daily. One pair of shoes is my slippers. Sure, they are warm and comfortable. But when I find myself on a boat in slipper weather I know I should be farther south. The second pair of shoes is my sea boots. I wear them when the rain is bucketing down, the seas are breaking, and the wind is howling. No thank you.
It will surprise nobody reading this blog to learn that my primary pair of shoes is my Crocs. Comfortable, fashionable, reliable...these are all useful traits for anyone’s shoes. But another attribute my Crocs have that makes them ideal for the marine environment is that they float.
Don’t kid yourself, things fall overboard when you live on a boat. We’ve already lost a pair of glasses, nailclippers, countless clothespins, a suction cup (don’t ask). But never a Croc. Twice since July we have had brushes with croctastrophe when the errant shoe went over the side. But trusty Crocs float and are easily retrieved.
Years ago I accidentally dropped a favorite pair or Ray Bans over the side and watched them sink out of sight. Never occurred to me to jump in after them. But when a Croc went astray in early Croctober of this year, I leapt into the drink with nary a second thought.
Wow.. I didn't expect to get so emotional over a pair of crocs.... thank you for sharing your experience
ReplyDeleteI feel as though I need to take advantage of cyber Monday and get my Croc on!
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