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