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