Alaska 2023

Day 10

July 17

  I drag all my stuff from way in the back and get BlueBelle ready to roll. This will be a really short day of less than 170 miles so I don't have to be in a hurry at all.  
  So when I come to road construction, I just chill and enjoy the view beyond the traffic.  
  It's a lovely ride out to Homer - that is if you like snow touched mountains and rugged terrain.  
  And it seems that there is no end to the construction zones as I move along. This one just happens to have a traffic jam with it to add to the overall ambiance.  
  But soon I leave them behind and enjoy riding alongside the Trail River. It is located in the Chugach Mountains and flows through the Trail Lakes finally emptying into the Kenai Lake.  
  Soon I come to the booming metropolis called Moose Pass and I have to wonder if the moose do as the name would suggest.  
  When I come by scenes like these ...  
  it once again reminds me ...  
  of why I took the trouble, time and expense to ride up here.  
  You cannot do these views justice with a camera but can only provide a small view of the grandeur before you.  
  As I continue to make my way to Homer, I pass by an area devastated by a forest fire and once again it saddens my heart. As the Bible says, a fire is one of those things that never has enough for it will burn until it runs out of fuel or is stopped.  

Knowing I am headed for another long ferry ride, I start looking for a place to buy some more ratchet straps as I get into Soldotna. There's an O'Reilly Auto Parts and they have just what I need. The lovely Miss Carolly checks me out and I ask her -

"Is there a good place around here you'd recommend for breakfast?"

She puts me onto a place down the road a bit and a little out of the way. But I have plenty of time and my stomach is texting my throat to see if it's been cut since it's been a while since anything has come down the chute.

  With her good instructions I find it easy enough and have to laugh when I see the name. When we moved out from the hills to a local city farm (and we got a house with indoor plumbing), there was a run down restaurant nearby (probably a speak easy since my hometown was in dry county) named the Duck Inn. I never went in it as I was 'too young' at the time to patronize their establishment.  
  And I have to say that Miss Carolly has hit a home run from the delicious hot chocolate ...  
  to the wonder omelet, taters, bacon and toast.  
  And lest word get back to her that I didn't enjoy it, I lay waste (or is to my waist) the last bite and there no fragments that remain.  
  Back on the road again I come across this sign which I believe is just bullying the moose. Can you imagine trying to drive with a pair of antlers on your head and then have someone put up a sign about you crashing? There's got to be a class action lawsuit in there somewhere...  
  The way into Homer is really pretty with views looking out to the ocean from the high spots.  

When I come into Homer proper, the fog has rushed up to greet me. A bit of history about the town -

Homer was named for Homer Pennock, a goldmining company promoter, who arrived in 1896 on the Homer Spit and built living quarters for his crew of 50 men. However, goldmining was never profitable in the area.

  But then it clears and I'm immersed in some more incredible views.  
  I find my motel for the next three nights - the Beluga Lake Lodge - which sits up on a hill right above a float plane basin. I am way early and in no hurry, but Miss Barbie the manager not only lets me go ahead and check in, she gives me a nicer room that I had reserved.  
  The float planes are not active at the moment but I hope I will be able to get a shot of one them taking off before I leave.  
  With plenty of daylight to spare, I unburden BlueBelle as I want to run down toward Homer Spit or what is know as 'Land's End'.  
  The scenery on the way down again is just so pretty and enjoyable to me.  
  Down there they have a nice memorial for those who went to sea plying their trade and never returned.  
  I locate the 'end' and grab a calendar shot of BlueBelle there.  
  The area down here near the Spit is pretty touristy and reminds me a lot of what portions of Florida look like near the ocean.  
  So I don't stay around long and figure I'll head back into town to search for a 'local' supper rather than an overpriced 'tourist' version they would offer here.  
  I find a place called 'Fat Olives' and it looks local enough to suit me.  

I decide since I am in a fishing area that I will get some fresh seafood instead of my regular dead cow stuff. I order up some scallops and shrimp and they are absolutely delicious. Since I don't know the town, I ask my server -

"Since y'all are not open for breakfast, you got any recommendations?"

She tells me about the Duncan House Diner which only does breakfast and lunch. So I thank her, settle up and head back to the motel.

  Although it's rained mostly for the last two days, today has been a very peaceful and enjoyable day. When I get back to the motel I book a ferry over to Seldovia, a local island that has been recommended by Raymond a fellow rider. With that business taken care of, I drift off to the island of peaceful slumber pretty quick.