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