It didn’t take us long to fall in love with Homer. Homer is one of those quaint little towns that makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside like what you see in movies but doubt really exist. There is just something in the air in Homer that is hard to define. You can tell that the people of Homer, Alaska love where they live and they made us tourists feel like we were right at home. This little town of only 5,000 people sits at the tip of the Kenai Peninsula. Everyone in town has an unbelievable view of Kachemak bay as well as the peaks, glaciers and active volcanoes that are right across the bay. I look forward to the day that we can pack our bags and spend a summer in Homer.
We stayed at the very end of the Homer Spit, a narrow piece of land that stretches out five miles into the ocean.
The view from our deck.
There were piles and piles of kelp that was left on the beach after the tide went down.
Alaskan motorhome.
Shops on the spit.
The Seafarer’s Memorial honors those that lost their lives at sea.
This Cow Parsnip was everywhere.
This sign cracked me up. Behind me the road dead-ended into the ocean. Seems like a no-brainer!
I love this post office/liquor store combo.
I’ve saved the best for last. The fact that I told my dad to decline the rental car insurance and he listened seemed to haunt me on this trip. I pulled off the side of the road for a photo op and when I decided to back up the shoulder kind of went away. The result, I nearly rolled the damn thing! Luckily the cameras didn’t come out until after we were able to carefully get the car back onto pavement. Still, here’s the evidence.
