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