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.
Deck showers for everyone!
Proof for Brenda that I actually did wear my bikini on the passage
A man and his kite. What a classic.
MEGAN! We saw Nautilus!
Old teak VS New teak
A guy and his dinghy
The onesie
Westsail 42 Interior
All the layers.
Lots of hardware to remove. The pin in the center of the photo is basically holding up the mast.
Some of these jellies will go on display – the erst will feed the other exhibits
One last sail across the Bay
Craig in the Capitol Hill house chaos
Momna. Livin’ the dream, gettin’ a tan.
The last load of stuff to move to the boat (for now)!
Look at the “bread” (brick) that Craig made! The secret ingredient is yeast that have been killed by boiling water. Now you know.
It took a few tries to find a place to call home.
The Bridge.
All of the meals prepped and frozen.
Randy explains how jellies reproduce
We will not go away. Welcome to your first day.
Vashon Island was so sweet for celebrating Small World’s first night away from the dock with Kraigle.
Don’t we look good for one shower in ten days?
The wood paneling reinstalled!
This is what’s known as a sunset.
I’m not sure if love trumps hate, but I’m willing to take my chances.
If I’ve learned anything about myself, it’s that I would make a great harbor seal
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We need to work on our selfie game
My future pet cuttlefish
Open ocean
a V small sampling
Working on my posture.
Turns out it is pretty difficult to keep a jelly in a tank.
Aiming for The Bridge.
Moon jellies!
I owe Tony some beers for these photos! Thanks, buddy!
The new bowsprit fit back onto the boat without any additional adjustments needed. MAGIC!
Egg yolk jellies!
K’s second attempt with power tools. Clearly very boss-like in a skirt.
I can’t tell if they wanted to be friends or wanted me to set them free
Oohhhhhhh! Briiiiiidge!
When it’s night and the GPS screen is too bright, even in night mode.
Creating the food chain to make sure the creatures actually get nutrients.
The lights we use when cruising at night have wiring that comes in through the hull and Craig had to disconnect and reconnect it.
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.
The daily wakeup call was from people rowing in outriggers
Celebrating survival in style.
Emmy B. and I have no plans of backing down.
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!”
Someone wrap that woman in bubble wrap.
More jellies!
Bud was a huge help!
The shiniest that thing will ever be.
The old bowsprit was likely original from 1974 and had some crevice corrosion that we didn’t want to chance.
Before her nose job
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Zoom zoom.
Are these, or are these not aliens?
Jellyfish
THE Big Left Turn
I forgot the name… purple something…
One of the few meals they ate out of dishes other than mugs.
I hear Frederick Douglas is doing some great things and getting some great attention.
it’s always something – like the screw on the mounting bracket seizing and Craig breaking the handle for it.
The chaos left behind once everything is stripped to repair the propane locker.
Seafood Watch! Use it!
We got to hold a moon jelly! Are you jelly?
Laying the chain out on the dock to measure and mark it. Feels real good on your hands.
K tries to organize all of the planks correctly.
I owe Tony some beers for these photos! Thanks, buddy!
Mahi mahi!
After the nose job
Highly recommend.
While Craig went to check out the boat, Krystle was stuck in Seattle.
Momna asked for all the layers. And a beer. She said please.
Yeah, it’s sorta like The Princess Bride. Minus the GIANT nutria (thank god).
I swear there are tiny baby jellies in there
New teak for a new bowsprit
K lays on the engine like a boss.
Don’t these look organized? It’s all a lie.
K uses power tools like a boss to trim the wood planks that line the aft cabin.
I may or may not have a bit of a defiant streak.
Before leaving sight of land.
We have a stowaway!
Look at me. I set trends.
Many of us are finding our voices. Prepare yourself.
Just two badass sailors. That’s all.
28′ monohull, 41′ catamaran, 42′ monohull (compromise!)
I could watch schools of bait for hours
Racing in Penn Cove is VERY intense. We anchored right in the middle. (No we didn’t. We’re not assholes.)
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.
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.
“Oh boy…”
I’ll always cheers to that. ALWAYS.
Classic Craig as seen in the wild.
The old bowsprit was missing a plank after our trip from Santa Cruz Island to Redondo Beach
Cruising is not a warm activity at these latitudes
Always checking the weather.
I owe Tony some beers for these photos! Thanks, buddy!
Cojo anchorage didn’t offer much protection, but it was surprisingly calm.
Everything that looks like a wall had to come off in order to repair the decayed propane locker.
The chaos left behind once everything is stripped to repair the propane locker.
Sailing in shorts!
No more room for boxes down below!
Momna take the wheel.
Power tools and jungle gyms
Harriet!
Our beautiful blue Westsail 42!
Red lights at night to maintain night-vision. They’re probably talking about the weather. Seriously.
The sun goes down, my anxiety goes up.
We’re a racing boat. Look at us go!
Cody at sunset.
Could not help but laugh – and it turned out to be Emmy’s friend.
Stinging nettles
Kites and GoPros. Makes sense. Check out the next blog for proof that this worked.
Point Conception!
You can see out of the galley windows! You can see how fast we’re moving! Look at those bubbles!
This is what I had hoped the crossing would be like.
“We couldn’t have done it without you, Krystle”
K and C on their new home
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.
C laying on the sole like a boss.
