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