Homer-bound

This weekend I went on a drive and mini-camping trip to Homer, at the tip of the peninsula.  The two-hour drive took me through spruce swamps on one side and bluffs on the other, falling down to the brilliantly blue water.  The pictures above and below are of the small fishing town of Ninilchik.

 Also en route, I made it to the most westerly highway point in North America! In other words, if you want to go any more westward, you need to get on a boat, plane, or dog sled!

 

There's the trusty car that got me there, sitting at the western edge of all American highways!

Homer sits in a bowl of a bay, surrounded by park-preserved mountains.  The heart of the town juts  into the bay on what is called the Homer Spit-- a thin strip of land, a single road with beach-side camping, seafood restaurants, boardwalk lookouts, and canneries on either side. Think Cape Cod, except only 4 miles long. 

Roadside view driving down to Homer.

The harbor: home to commercial, personal, and charter fishing boats, tour boats, the works.

My first night, I ate dinner in this double-decker bus!  Fish 'n Chips, kitchen downstairs, booths upstairs.  I highly recommend it should you ever find yourself on the Spit!