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