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.
Just drive real slow…
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.
allegedly naturally seeped oil
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
The old bowsprit was likely original from 1974 and had some crevice corrosion that we didn’t want to chance.
K tries to organize all of the planks correctly.
Cojo anchorage didn’t offer much protection, but it was surprisingly calm.
Many of us are finding our voices. Prepare yourself.
I’ll always cheers to that. ALWAYS.
Cruising is not a warm activity at these latitudes
My future pet cuttlefish
I swear there are tiny baby jellies in there
As Beth’s dad calls it, “flipping the switch” while prepping the meals. Coffee to wine!
We need to work on our selfie game
When he thought, “This won’t take long”
Turns out it is pretty difficult to keep a jelly in a tank.
We will not go away. Welcome to your first day.
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!”
Proof that I left the cockpit
oh look! A bridge!
New teak for a new bowsprit
The shiniest that thing will ever be.
The lights we use when cruising at night have wiring that comes in through the hull and Craig had to disconnect and reconnect it.
This is mostly what the crossing was like.
K and C on their new home
It took a few tries to find a place to call home.
Racing in Penn Cove is VERY intense. We anchored right in the middle. (No we didn’t. We’re not assholes.)
A guy and his dinghy
Beth made sure I didn’t back the boat up into the island or over a piling the may have been underwater.
Craig in the Capitol Hill house chaos
Emmy B. and I have no plans of backing down.
The wood paneling reinstalled!
If I’ve learned anything about myself, it’s that I would make a great harbor seal
I could watch schools of bait for hours
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.
The daily wakeup call was from people rowing in outriggers
Westsail 42 Interior
K uses power tools like a boss to trim the wood planks that line the aft cabin.
One of the few meals they ate out of dishes other than mugs.
After the nose job
The new bowsprit fit back onto the boat without any additional adjustments needed. MAGIC!
Laying the chain out on the dock to measure and mark it. Feels real good on your hands.
K’s second attempt with power tools. Clearly very boss-like in a skirt.
All the layers.
Aiming for The Bridge.
Deck showers for everyone!
Before her nose job
This is what’s known as a sunset.
K lays on the engine like a boss.
Proof for Brenda that I actually did wear my bikini on the passage
I forgot the name… purple something…
Before leaving sight of land.
Dino provided the final inspection and approved.
The best sunrise of the trip.
While Craig went to check out the boat, Krystle was stuck in Seattle.
Power tools and jungle gyms
Craig is lucky.
We got to hold a moon jelly! Are you jelly?
The sun goes down, my anxiety goes up.
Always checking the weather.
Working on my posture.
No time to knit our own.
The last load of stuff to move to the boat (for now)!
San Luis Obispo was a nice spot. We didn’t go ashore, but there were otters so it was fine.
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
This is what I had hoped the crossing would be like.
Bud was a huge help!
Our beautiful blue Westsail 42!
Lots of hardware to remove. The pin in the center of the photo is basically holding up the mast.
Sailing in shorts!
I owe Tony some beers for these photos! Thanks, buddy!
Yeah, it’s sorta like The Princess Bride. Minus the GIANT nutria (thank god).
a V small sampling
All of the meals prepped and frozen.
Krystle + Craig + Flannel = Kraigle in Seattle
THE Big Left Turn
We have a stowaway!
“We couldn’t have done it without you, Krystle”
Egg yolk jellies!
Look at me. I set trends.
Don’t these look organized? It’s all a lie.
it’s always something – like the screw on the mounting bracket seizing and Craig breaking the handle for it.
I may or may not have a bit of a defiant streak.
The most stoic.
Old teak VS New teak
A man and his kite. What a classic.
You can see out of the galley windows! You can see how fast we’re moving! Look at those bubbles!
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 came so close to seeing Megan!
I can’t tell if they wanted to be friends or wanted me to set them free
One last sail across the Bay
Mama Grizz lookin’ mighty comfy at the helm.
A handful of metal poles is the only thing holding our 32,000 pound baby upright.
BLTs for the Big Left Turn. Get it?
Kites and GoPros. Makes sense. Check out the next blog for proof that this worked.
Someone wrap that woman in bubble wrap.
When it’s night and the GPS screen is too bright, even in night mode.
Leaving Port Townsend, setting the first sail.
Cody at sunset.
The waste treatment for the open ocean exhibit
Literally no idea where this was taken.
Seafood Watch! Use it!
Don’t we look good for one shower in ten days?
That crane stole my bowsprit!
Momna. Livin’ the dream, gettin’ a tan.
C laying on the sole like a boss.
I hear Frederick Douglas is doing some great things and getting some great attention.