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