Just Photos

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.

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