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