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