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