July 2 – 7 – Homer

To begin our treck to Homer, we stopped at the Ninchik River Scenic Overlook. So beautiful. We almost made it to the river, but the mosquitos were intense so we went back to the safety of the RV, careful not to bring any hitch hikers along with us.

On a whim, we drove down to the Deep Creek State Recreation Area and got to see the charter and fishing boats going out for the day. There is no harbor or boat ramp at Ninilchik and the tides shift by 30′ every 6 hours, so they have come up with an interesting way of launching the boats. They use tractors modified to go deep into the water to push the boats off of trailers. It is such a cool process to watch! Maybe next time we can see how they retrieve them when they come back in!

After a layover for showers and quick load of laundry in Anchor Point at the Cheeky Moose, we continued to Homer. Sarah was anxious to get there, and Jim soon learned why.

We drove into Homer as the mountains across the Kachemak Bay started to appear, and Alaska showed us that she still had plenty of tricks up her sleeve. We swung into a scenic overlook to get a feel of what we were headed into.

While we were taking in the view and the ocean air, we heard what sounded like a door slam and the boardwalk jiggled. Then Jim realized that we were standing on a cement sidewalk and resting against a cement railing. He looked at Sarah, who looked at him with wide eyes and said “earthquake”. It wasn’t anything huge, but it took us by suprise. Even more suprising was that nobody else seemed to have noticed it, or even been phased by it. We each confirmed that we had felt and heard something, and moved on. Now many of you will wave your hand at us and laugh, saying “That’s no earthquake. You should have been where I was back in (some other time and place) where the walls shook and the plates crashed”. Well, we take what we can get! Honestly, it was just one more piece of evidence that Alaska is alive and made us feel that much more insignificant in the world.

We found a spot at Mariner Park at the base of the spit.

It was basically a gravel parking lot, but this one came with a beach!

And mornings…

And boats…

And eagles…

And kite surfers…

The spit…

A dog in a backpack…

Beluga Slough and sand hill cranes…

And other beaches…

So we stayed for 6 nights.

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