Just Photos

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.

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