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