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