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