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