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