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