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