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