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