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