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