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