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