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