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