|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.