The trip down to Anchorage was fine...mid rush hour, but highways are first class and we found ourselves heading into some predicted good weather in Homer. The huge inlet south of Anchorage is a shallow silt filled estuary. I would have loved to walk the mud in my bare feet, but stopped to read the plaques on the way. The silt is glacier dust that is brought in by tides. It actually acts as quick sand and is quite dangerous. I have been saved....I wonder how many other tourists have not.
The Kenai is the playground for Anchorites and tourists. There are rafting companies, cabins, trout fishing (Dolly Varden & Steel Heads). The Kenai River is the most beautiful ice turquoise, fast moving and lots of fisher people with fly rods in hip waders and others in flat bottomed dories with oars...big ones holding about 6 to 8 people.
Then we found the perfect cottage overlooking the sea. We had Alaska scallops, fresh garden veggies from a local farmers' market and the best sleep ever!
The Salty Dog Saloon is famous...it's a small drinking place with a surprise inside.
The place was full of money signed by patrons with funny sayings, addresses et al. There is reputed to be about $30,000 in bills hanging from everywhere......I thought it must be the owner's retirement...Andy thought it was a fire trap!
This is a photo taken on our way back from Seward the next day. All reasonable accomodation was taken, so we headed back to Anchorage. Let me just say now, it wasn't a good day. One bad, negative day, a horrible motel and a snit or two in 5 weeks on the road isn't bad. Let's move onto today (Friday).
We awoke to news the weather should be good with some sun! We made the decision to make a run for Fairbanks. It rained and rained until we passed Mount McKinley, then it cleared and we had a marvelous run for the rest of the day.
Our place for the night is delightful...a first class lodging not far from town and we are happy campers. Tonight we will have a wonderful meal in the lodge's restaurant to celebrate our northwestern trail ending and our south eastern boondoggle to begin.