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