Our time with Dan, Lin and Darlene came to an end today. At least the part about staying at their house did as we'll see them again before we leave this area.
We took our time getting ready to hit the road as we only moved a total of twenty miles today. After hugs and handshakes and thank you's we drove to the Spit.
We were going along, a nice steady pace, no traffic, the rain had stopped and then all of sudden we were in the middle of this....
We went from perfectly clear to pea soup in a very short distance and it got worse as we went along.
We slowed down to practically a crawl and just inched our way towards the lower lying land. As soon as we turned the final curve everything was clear again. Of course it was still overcast and there some low clouds but the pea soup fog was gone.
A bank of clouds that has settled in.
Homer is a little town, famous for its halibut fishing, that sits on Kachemak Bay. Made famous as "The End of the Road" in Tom Bodett's tales, Homer is at the end of the Sterling Highway surrounded by the ocean and lots of wilderness. It sits on the shore of the bay surrounded by mountains and glaciers and active volcanoes loom in the distance.
Homer is the jumping off point to the vast remote area accessible only by plane, ferry or boat. With its deep water harbor for cargo, Homer is the commercial hub for the area and the bay provides a safe harbor for seagoing craft during stormy weather.
Homer is also the headquarters for the Alaska Maritime National Wildlife Refuge and lies within the boundaries of the Kackemak Bay Research Reserve. This bay also provides pristine conditions for ecological research.
Homer is also the place where the land ends and the sea begins.
We knew we wanted a place that had electricity, especially if its going to rain all week like the weatherman is predicting. We also wanted cable. Well, cable wasn't to be unless stayed in Homer but not on the Spit or if we stayed on the Spit in the Heritage Campground. That was not even a possibility at $88.00 a night!
So we decided on the Homer Spit Campground. Now how's THAT for a catchy name? I went into the office and was surprised at the price we were going pay! High for getting only electric. We had to get water in our holding tanks before we went to our space. Ok, its only half of Heritage's price but still a little pricey to me. Of course there is our view, I'm sure we're paying for that too. This is what we see out our kitchen windows. How's this for a view?????
Oh wait, it gets even better. Remember yesterday I wrote about Jean Keene the Eagle Lady? Look at what site we're in.
Oh, the irony of it all!
Here's what's outside our side kitchen window.
The eagle perch! Oh, the irony of it all!
We are sharing her large site with another 5th wheel. But wait, it gets even better! We have already met the couple next to us! We stayed a few sites away from them when we were in Fairbanks. Bob and Gordon had talked several times when we were there. I'm sure we'll get to know Gordon and Jane much better this week.
Oh, the irony of it all!
And it still gets even better! We have five television channels just off of our antennae! I'm not done yet....Gordon and Jane carry 300 DVD's with them and gave us their list of movies so that we could pick out what we wanted to watch. And we were so worried about getting cable!
Oh, the irony of it all!
The only thing that could make this any better is that Bob catches fish while we're here this week.
Yep, that would make it perfect.
So we get set up and Bob tells me we have to make a beer run. OK, let's go. That errand out of the way we stopped to see what the fisherman were bringing in off the charter boats.
This group had a good day! These are ling cod....UGLY FISH!
I don't know if you can see the really unusual fish they brought in. I'm talking about the one all the way on the left. So that you don't strain trying to see what I'm talking about I got a close up (or two) for you.
Hmmm....still can't make it out? Then look at this one.
They brought it up with a fish in its mouth!
Oh, the irony of it all!
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