Just Photos

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.

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