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