I get it. Sometimes you don’t want to wait for me to get my act together and post an entry and you just want to look at some photos. I’m here for you.
I forgot the name… purple something…
A man and his kite. What a classic.
When he realized, “I should get comfortable”
28′ monohull, 41′ catamaran, 42′ monohull (compromise!)
This is the boat that ended up in front of us going through the pass. Imagine driving on the highway where the speed limit is 60mph. They went 57mph and nearly drove me insane. Because duh. I have a lead foot, even at the helm of a sailboat.
The lights we use when cruising at night have wiring that comes in through the hull and Craig had to disconnect and reconnect it.
Point Conception!
Many of us are finding our voices. Prepare yourself.
Deck showers for everyone!
One last sail across the Bay
Racing in Penn Cove is VERY intense. We anchored right in the middle. (No we didn’t. We’re not assholes.)
Jellyfish
I can’t tell if they wanted to be friends or wanted me to set them free
The last load of stuff to move to the boat (for now)!
“Oh boy…”
Just drive real slow…
Old teak VS New teak
Red lights at night to maintain night-vision. They’re probably talking about the weather. Seriously.
You can see out of the galley windows! You can see how fast we’re moving! Look at those bubbles!
Literally no idea where this was taken.
Bud was a huge help!
Craig in the Capitol Hill house chaos
That crane stole my bowsprit!
We have a stowaway!
K’s first look at Small World
This is what I had hoped the crossing would be like.
I may or may not have a bit of a defiant streak.
The onesie
Momna asked for all the layers. And a beer. She said please.
While Craig went to check out the boat, Krystle was stuck in Seattle.
Before leaving sight of land.
Aiming for The Bridge.
When it’s night and the GPS screen is too bright, even in night mode.
The sun goes down, my anxiety goes up.
Leaving Port Townsend, setting the first sail.
We got to hold a moon jelly! Are you jelly?
I swear there are tiny baby jellies in there
Momna take the wheel.
This is mostly what the crossing was like.
Westsail 42
Everything that looks like a wall had to come off in order to repair the decayed propane locker.
My future pet cuttlefish
I owe Tony some beers for these photos! Thanks, buddy!
“We couldn’t have done it without you, Krystle”
Oohhhhhhh! Briiiiiidge!
Dino provided the final inspection and approved.
a V small sampling
K tries to organize all of the planks correctly.
K and C on their new home
I’m not sure if love trumps hate, but I’m willing to take my chances.
K lays on the engine like a boss.
The old bowsprit was likely original from 1974 and had some crevice corrosion that we didn’t want to chance.
Celebrating survival in style.
I hear Frederick Douglas is doing some great things and getting some great attention.
All of the meals prepped and frozen.
Vashon Island was so sweet for celebrating Small World’s first night away from the dock with Kraigle.
“Oh boy…”
I’ll always cheers to that. ALWAYS.
Mama Grizz lookin’ mighty comfy at the helm.
Randy explains how jellies reproduce
Krystle + Craig + Flannel = Kraigle in Seattle
The waste treatment for the open ocean exhibit
Look at the “bread” (brick) that Craig made! The secret ingredient is yeast that have been killed by boiling water. Now you know.
More jellies!
Look at that racing boat! Jeff and Brenda head off from Rosario. If you look closely, you can see their judgy eyes as they watch us sail towards Cypress Island.
The daily wakeup call was from people rowing in outriggers
Westsail 42 Interior
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Jellyfish
Creating the food chain to make sure the creatures actually get nutrients.
The best sunrise of the trip.
The wood paneling reinstalled!
Cody at sunset.
Our beautiful blue Westsail 42!
No more room for boxes down below!
The old bowsprit was missing a plank after our trip from Santa Cruz Island to Redondo Beach
The shiniest that thing will ever be.
Lots of hardware to remove. The pin in the center of the photo is basically holding up the mast.
It was weird to see such a big piece removed from the boat
Proof for Brenda that I actually did wear my bikini on the passage
Cojo anchorage didn’t offer much protection, but it was surprisingly calm.
it’s always something – like the screw on the mounting bracket seizing and Craig breaking the handle for it.
Laying the chain out on the dock to measure and mark it. Feels real good on your hands.
The chaos left behind once everything is stripped to repair the propane locker.
After the nose job
The most stoic.
Highly recommend.
I could watch schools of bait for hours
K’s second attempt with power tools. Clearly very boss-like in a skirt.
allegedly naturally seeped oil
Power tools and jungle gyms
As Beth’s dad calls it, “flipping the switch” while prepping the meals. Coffee to wine!
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Turns out it is pretty difficult to keep a jelly in a tank.
Before her nose job
The chaos left behind once everything is stripped to repair the propane locker.
Always checking the weather.
Open ocean
Craig is lucky.
When he thought, “This won’t take long”
Moon jellies!
Seafood Watch! Use it!
oh look! A bridge!
We came so close to seeing Megan!
This is what’s known as a sunset.
It took a few tries to find a place to call home.
Don’t these look organized? It’s all a lie.
The Bridge.
Mahi mahi!
Sailing in shorts!
New teak for a new bowsprit
No time to knit our own.
All the layers.
Stinging nettles
Emmy B. and I have no plans of backing down.
Egg yolk jellies!
Yeah, it’s sorta like The Princess Bride. Minus the GIANT nutria (thank god).
If I’ve learned anything about myself, it’s that I would make a great harbor seal
Kites and GoPros. Makes sense. Check out the next blog for proof that this worked.
allegedly naturally seeped oil – that happens to be near an offshore oil rig that is out of commission because of a big spill it had a few years ago.
C laying on the sole like a boss.
MEGAN! We saw Nautilus!
She may look confident here, but I’m pretty sure she’s thinking, “This can’t end well. There is too much that can go wrong!”
Just two badass sailors. That’s all.
Momna. Livin’ the dream, gettin’ a tan.
I owe Tony some beers for these photos! Thanks, buddy!
Zoom zoom.
Working on my posture.
BLTs for the Big Left Turn. Get it?
One of the few meals they ate out of dishes other than mugs.
Look at me. I set trends.
THE Big Left Turn
San Luis Obispo was a nice spot. We didn’t go ashore, but there were otters so it was fine.
A guy and his dinghy
Harriet!
Are these, or are these not aliens?
We’re a racing boat. Look at us go!
The new bowsprit fit back onto the boat without any additional adjustments needed. MAGIC!
Could not help but laugh – and it turned out to be Emmy’s friend.
K uses power tools like a boss to trim the wood planks that line the aft cabin.
Cruising is not a warm activity at these latitudes
Someone wrap that woman in bubble wrap.
I look ridiculous every day.
Some of these jellies will go on display – the erst will feed the other exhibits
A handful of metal poles is the only thing holding our 32,000 pound baby upright.
I owe Tony some beers for these photos! Thanks, buddy!
Beth made sure I didn’t back the boat up into the island or over a piling the may have been underwater.
We will not go away. Welcome to your first day.
Classic Craig as seen in the wild.
Proof that I left the cockpit
We need to work on our selfie game
Don’t we look good for one shower in ten days?
Islands on islands on islands.
Small World Big Dream 