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