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