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