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.
K and C on their new home
THE Big Left Turn
The old bowsprit was likely original from 1974 and had some crevice corrosion that we didn’t want to chance.
Are these, or are these not aliens?
Momna. Livin’ the dream, gettin’ a tan.
Laying the chain out on the dock to measure and mark it. Feels real good on your hands.
Beth made sure I didn’t back the boat up into the island or over a piling the may have been underwater.
I may or may not have a bit of a defiant streak.
Cruising is not a warm activity at these latitudes
Just drive real slow…
Vashon Island was so sweet for celebrating Small World’s first night away from the dock with Kraigle.
Highly recommend.
“We couldn’t have done it without you, Krystle”
The new bowsprit fit back onto the boat without any additional adjustments needed. MAGIC!
The best sunrise of the trip.
Could not help but laugh – and it turned out to be Emmy’s friend.
K uses power tools like a boss to trim the wood planks that line the aft cabin.
We got to hold a moon jelly! Are you jelly?
Randy explains how jellies reproduce
Harriet!
Craig is lucky.
This is what I had hoped the crossing would be like.
Racing in Penn Cove is VERY intense. We anchored right in the middle. (No we didn’t. We’re not assholes.)
Dino provided the final inspection and approved.
New teak for a new bowsprit
Islands on islands on islands.
Kites and GoPros. Makes sense. Check out the next blog for proof that this worked.
Cody at sunset.
No time to knit our own.
K tries to organize all of the planks correctly.
Look at me. I set trends.
Celebrating survival in style.
The daily wakeup call was from people rowing in outriggers
Before leaving sight of land.
We’re a racing boat. Look at us go!
Don’t these look organized? It’s all a lie.
We need to work on our selfie game
The wood paneling reinstalled!
“Oh boy…”
I swear there are tiny baby jellies in there
Power tools and jungle gyms
Point Conception!
allegedly naturally seeped oil
Bud was a huge help!
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
We will not go away. Welcome to your first day.
A handful of metal poles is the only thing holding our 32,000 pound baby upright.
Many of us are finding our voices. Prepare yourself.
a V small sampling
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.
Don’t we look good for one shower in ten days?
“Oh boy…”
As Beth’s dad calls it, “flipping the switch” while prepping the meals. Coffee to wine!
A guy and his dinghy
I owe Tony some beers for these photos! Thanks, buddy!
Egg yolk jellies!
Sailing in shorts!
Krystle + Craig + Flannel = Kraigle in Seattle
Before her nose job
All of the meals prepped and frozen.
Emmy B. and I have no plans of backing down.
I’m not sure if love trumps hate, but I’m willing to take my chances.
A man and his kite. What a classic.
Mahi mahi!
I’ll always cheers to that. ALWAYS.
We have a stowaway!
Aiming for The Bridge.
The onesie
The most stoic.
Momna asked for all the layers. And a beer. She said please.
it’s always something – like the screw on the mounting bracket seizing and Craig breaking the handle for it.
Deck showers for everyone!
When it’s night and the GPS screen is too bright, even in night mode.
Stinging nettles
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.
No more room for boxes down below!
The waste treatment for the open ocean exhibit
Red lights at night to maintain night-vision. They’re probably talking about the weather. Seriously.
Oohhhhhhh! Briiiiiidge!
Proof for Brenda that I actually did wear my bikini on the passage
One of the few meals they ate out of dishes other than mugs.
K’s first look at Small World
Seafood Watch! Use it!
Just two badass sailors. That’s all.
Leaving Port Townsend, setting the first sail.
Westsail 42 Interior
Look at the “bread” (brick) that Craig made! The secret ingredient is yeast that have been killed by boiling water. Now you know.
Everything that looks like a wall had to come off in order to repair the decayed propane locker.
The chaos left behind once everything is stripped to repair the propane locker.
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!”
Classic Craig as seen in the wild.
The sun goes down, my anxiety goes up.
I could watch schools of bait for hours
Turns out it is pretty difficult to keep a jelly in a tank.
The old bowsprit was missing a plank after our trip from Santa Cruz Island to Redondo Beach
When he thought, “This won’t take long”
Proof that I left the cockpit
I hear Frederick Douglas is doing some great things and getting some great attention.
After the nose job
That crane stole my bowsprit!
I owe Tony some beers for these photos! Thanks, buddy!
Open ocean
This is mostly what the crossing was like.
We came so close to seeing Megan!
oh look! A bridge!
Literally no idea where this was taken.
The lights we use when cruising at night have wiring that comes in through the hull and Craig had to disconnect and reconnect it.
MEGAN! We saw Nautilus!
Jellyfish
Old teak VS New teak
Jellyfish
San Luis Obispo was a nice spot. We didn’t go ashore, but there were otters so it was fine.
Lots of hardware to remove. The pin in the center of the photo is basically holding up the mast.
Craig in the Capitol Hill house chaos
The Bridge.
Yeah, it’s sorta like The Princess Bride. Minus the GIANT nutria (thank god).
You can see out of the galley windows! You can see how fast we’re moving! Look at those bubbles!
K lays on the engine like a boss.
C laying on the sole like a boss.
This is what’s known as a sunset.
The shiniest that thing will ever be.
All the layers.
Zoom zoom.
28′ monohull, 41′ catamaran, 42′ monohull (compromise!)
