I found some time for boat projects last weekend. When I got out of the truck at the marina I was greeted by a nasty stench. It wasn’t the usual beach smells that accompany a low tide and a warm day. It was more powerful than that. My first inclination was to look toward the nearby refinery, sometimes the source of unusual smells, lights, noises, flames, explosions. I completely overlooked the little white boom on “C” dock. When I reached the dingy dock at the bottom of the ramp the visual helped my nostrils pinpoint the odor. Diesel fuel and too much of it.