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