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