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