Dear shit bucket; how I love thee, let me count the ways. Of all the items I carry aboard Sookie, my shit bucket is by far the most used and loved item aboard this minimalist little blue water sailing ship.
Like our own squishy backsides all buckets are not created equally. I prefer the one gallon plastic bucket. It fits me perfectly and I’ve yet to have a single complaint from the dozens of guests who have shared my throne over the years. At first the thought might seem a bit odd but I can assure you that there is nothing in this planet more disgusting than storing 30 gallons of shit under your bed.
Bucket and chuck it is clean, sanitary and best of all keeps the inside of the boat smelling sweet and fresh. I still have yet to sail on a boat with a well used composting toilet that doesn’t smell like you are sailing through a shit farm. The active vent pulls the stench 24 / 7 / 365 right into the cockpit. Most boaters get used to the poopy smell in their boat but I have yet to be on any boat on a hot summers day where you can’t smell the stench.
Shit bucket my friend
You fit me like a glove, love
Soul bucket chuck it.
There is a simple solution for everything in this world but that’s the problem with society. Everyone is always trying to make everything so complex to completly remove themselves from the act of actually living. Ive been living this battle as my search for a larger boat continues. I’ve crossed the Crealock 34 off my list and am now focusing on the Crealock 31. I’ve been cleared by My local Marina that it will fit into a 30′ slip. When I find mine the very first thing I will do is remove the head and holding tank.
What have I to prove, and to whom, and why? I’m keen enough to want nothing more than to live a simple, humble, unfettered life.”
― Donna Lynn Hope