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