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