On to Homer! It is a beautiful place. Grand views of Kachemak Bay, mountains and the Homer Spit. If you haven't been to the Spit, you are missing something special.

 

The shadow you see sitting out there in the Bay is the narrow spit. It is the farthest you can drive in South Central Alaska. There are all kinds of small shops, a couple of restaurants, a bar, campground, fishing hole and marina crammed on there. 

 

The sign proclaims it's "Land's End." Not quite true but where the road ends. And getting here is a long and beautiful drive. But prepare to have it take a little longer than you might think. It is a two-lane road and big motor homes and people towing boats can slow you down. Don't worry about it, enjoy the drive. 

 

Take your time to explore. East End Road will take you high above the Bay and the town. Be sure to take Old East End Road, but do so on your way back down. There are a couple of places you can pull off if you are careful; driveways to abandoned property there are no regular pull outs. But it's worth the drive. 

 

Best taken while driving up East End Road, Eveline Trail has several routes one can take. It is a short, easy walk to the picnic table. From there the views of the glaciers and the Bay are superb.  I took lunch along and ate while enjoying the view. It was a little drizzly, but as we say up here; if you wait until  it isn't raining to do something, you might have to wait until next year. 

 Come and visit! We would love to see you. The Great Land has to be seen to be believed. A lit later I'll post about the trip home. There is still more to see.

 

It's summer here!

     It's 60 degrees and the front door is open. The heat is off and the sky is full of puffy clouds. It's still light at 10:00 pm and everywhere you look there's a motorcycle. Boats are all over the place. Wasilla Lake is silver in the sun and I'm asking myself again why I'm going outside in summer.
     It's a far better plan to go Outside (this translates to anywhere but Alaska) in the winter. But the writer's conference is in Las Vegas and I have other people to see that I'm in a frenzy to see. To do this I have to leave home.
     I feel like my daughter about leaving our home. She said the best part of any trip is that descent over Cook Inlet when the plane is landing in Anchorage. Even if the thing crashes, she will have made it home.
     Each and every time my love and I drove Outside we were always careful to have a way home. One time we drove from Oregon to Alaska in the dead of winter. Five minutes before midnight on the last day of December we parked in a friend's driveway. I think we have about $10 dollars to our name. If it hadn't been for the kindness of a lodge owner on the Tok Highway, we wouldn't have made it.
     The money we had set aside for gas to get up here ran afoul of someone who didn't do what they promised. Things have eased since that time, getting home is a lot less hassle. But the fear of not being able to cross that border and be on Alaskan soil is still in there.
     I'll post a picture I took the other day. The temperature wasn't quite 60, but close enough. Sun, blue water and it was time to catch rays.
I'm still trying to find out how to change the header. I've got a bang up one if I can get it done. In the meantime enjoy the view.