Anchorage to Homer, May 30, 2015

Forecast for Southcentral Alaska for the last weekend in May -- constant sun, and the warmest temperatures yet this year. It only made sense to go to Homer and walk along the Spit with Kachemak Bay in the foreground, and mountains and glaciers in the distance.

On the way out of Anchorage we stopped by the post office near the library to mail a box -- the fountain was on, which has been a rare occurrence. Perhaps it was because there were festivities at Cuddy Park behind the library, but tempting as that was, we had Homer on our map.

Turnagain Arm, with a little surf lapping at the shore as the tide goes out. We didn't see sheep today, only an eagle or two, and just glimpses of the hooligan fisher people. Hooligan, or "euchalon" are small smelt-like fish that come up Turnagain Arm in great numbers in the spring. People catch them and can or smoke them -- or as one guy was telling me yesterday, just eat them all up. We'll try to get photos on the way home tomorrow. We did see a pair of swans just east of Portage on the Placer River Overflow, and plenty of tour buses (all coming from Seward?), the train from Seward, and a moderate number of RVs. Definitely summer, but early still.

Among the people on the road today were dozens of cyclists between Girdwood and Hope Junction. They were impressive: some rode 110 miles -- from Girdwood to Hope itself, and back, to raise money for the Multiple Sclerosis Society. This is a rest stop at Twenty-Mile River, about 12 1/2 miles from Girdwood, and the turn-around point for the riders who were doing a 25-mile trek.

Going up the hill from Ingram Creek to Turnagain Pass (an elevation gain of about 950 feet), cyclists had to go through road construction. The haze in the photo is dust kicked up by the machinery.

Once at the Pass, the cyclists had fresh air and mountains, blue sky, and sunshine. This is Turnagain Pass rest area, with refreshments for the cyclists, and the turnaround point for the 50-mile riders.

It's too early for salmon fishing on the Kenai River, but not for rafting. A popular spot for launching rafts is the flat beach where the river flows out of Kenai Lake. The sky was a clear blue everywhere today, and the greens intensely green.

New grass and dandelion puffs, Soldotna.

Mt. Redoubt, from near Clam Gulch. Its most recent eruption was from March 15, 209 to about July 2009. The ash clouds shut down Anchorage's airport for a day or so, and later dumped ash on Homer and the area. No steam today; all was quiet.

South of Soldotna, spring was arriving later than in Anchorage. This stand of trees, on the bluff overlooking Cook Inlet at Mile 140 is always one of the last to leaf out, and one of the first to go bare in the autumn.

It's summer in Alaska, and no matter what the state's budget woes, there's road construction and the delays that go with it.

We left Anchorage earlier than usual and tried to make good time to get to Homer before the Saturday Farmers' Market closed at 4:00 p.m. And we did get there before 4:00 p.m., but the Market had closed at 3:00.

We saw charming planters; and a jeweler, Claire O'Donnell, very kindly stayed late to let me find earrings that I liked.

It's tulip season, and the Homer Bookshop's black ones were the most outstanding.

Inside the store, they had fringed demonic tulips back by the coffee shop.

Land's End Hotel had blowsy sun-struck yellows and reds, with the shiny petals beloved of Dutch still-life artists.

An octopus-painted bench at the Homer Bookstore.

The Rainbow Connection tour boat at dock in the Homer marina. This was the boat that King Harald of Norway took to Seldovia on his visit to Kachemak Bay this past week.

Kayaks for rent at the marina.

It's not Homer without a gull (or more likely, several hundred).

Raven on an up-ended driftwood pole.

Jim with his chocolate ice cream wafer cone (made fresh today) at Frozen Bear Ice Cream on the Spit. No matter what other services or goods it offers, every other business in Homer will also take you out on a charter fishing trip. Frozen Bear was no exception.

If you don't want to rent a charter, it's always possible to fish from the beach at Land's End.

Once you've caught your fish, then you have to clean it (or pay someone to do that for you). Along the Spit are public areas where the city provides tables, sinks, and places to dispose of the leavings. They are well protected by wire and plastic from the gulls and eagles who would like to share.

Driftwood and docks, at Land's End.

Bonfire at Bishop's Beach this evening, taken from the hotel window so it's a bit blurry. That's how light it was at 11:00 p.m.

Full moon above Kachemak Bay, 11:35 p.m.

Pale grape hyacinths hiding under the shrubbery.

Homer Rebound -- back to Anchorage, May 3, 2015

One of the day's highlights, Tern Lake, at the junction of the Seward and Sterling Highways.

Swan and gull, Tern Lake. The swan was one of a pair; the gull was one of a flock. Not many other creatures. We saw a moose running along a meadow by Summit Lake, and half a dozen eagles near where the hooligan (fish) will be coming soon, but none were available for photo ops.

We started in Homer, with a morning view of the little cabin across the street from the Driftwood Inn. The tide was out at Bishop's Beach, visible beyond the house.

Breakfast at Sourdough Express, which serves organic breads and substantial and delicious meals. They're located on the road to the Spit, and have been there since about 1982.

Ice still on the big Summit Lake (Upper? Lower? Can never recall). The smaller one (with Summit Lodge at its western end) was about two-thirds ice covered.

Waterfall, about halfway down/up the hill between Ingram Creek and Turnagain Pass.

The east end of Turnagain Arm, seen from the waterfall.

Spring green trees along Turnagain Arm, much brighter than anything in the mountains, or along most of the Sterling Highway.

Once back in Anchorage, we saw a few other things (including the season's first mosquitoes, but the only photo available is not a pretty sight):

A group of costumed girls, dancing along in the Costco parking lot.

Yard art.

A toy sale, conducted on the honor system. The toys were set out on a table, along with a jar that said, "Puppy Fund."

How could we not contribute? Jim got a small Ferrari, and I got a small orange bag that contained "Story Cubes," as inspiration for my MFA when times get tough.

Sprinklers on -- we've had ours on too, because of lack of rain. Hasn't helped much because, as Jim points out, the grass won't turn green if there's no grass to start with.

A neighbor's white violets.

May 2, 2015 -- Homer Bound

Eagle on the beach at Land's End in Homer, about fifty feet from the restaurant window. It sat for quite a while, then joined several other eagles down at the water line for a fish gut dinner.

The Homer Spit, seen from the hill above town. Land's End, with the eagles, is at the very end of the Spit.

Eagle coming into settle on the beach. More about that little kid in the back sling after the eagle photos.

In the water.

Two adults and a juvenile. The adult to the left has the prize, fish guts. The adult in the middle is waiting his turn (later, there were three adults with enough for all of them), and the juvenile (no white head) to the right should probably think about getting dinner elsewhere.

Later, there were three adults, not much interested in the photographers.

The guy in front is cleaning a fish that he just caught (possibly the source of the fish guts that the eagles were so interested in). The guy in the back with the little girl on his back was fishing with her for an hour or more.

She seemed fine with it. Eventually he caught a fish (did not see what kind), and handed the child off to someone else while he cleaned the fish. A dozen or so people were fishing at low tide.

Other beach action -- kids skipping rocks. Land's End is one of the best-anywhere skipping rock beaches, covered with flat rocks of just the right shapes, and with an approachable water line.

A tug (out of the photo) was pulling this boat, from Cook Inlet Marine. It appeared to be hauling a load of rocks and dirt, along with a bulldozer into the east end of Kachemak Bay.

Elsewhere in Homer, a sea otter in the marina.

Looking from the Marina on the Spit at smoke on the other side of the bay, down the bluff from East End Road.

Paddle boarders coming in for the evening, at Bishop's Beach.

A bonfire, and a cairn on driftwood, at Bishop's Beach.

Rippled mud formations on Bishop's Beach at low tide.

A pair of Golden Plovers at Bishop's Slough. We had hoped to see swans and sandhill cranes, but haven't seen either. On the other hand -- we saw these, and the eagles. We've done fine.

Our window at the Driftwood Inn overlooks this odd little cabin that sits between Ohlson Lane and Bishop's Beach. The trees are leafing out in Homer, but along most of the drive through the mountains and along Cook Inlet spring is two weeks behind Anchorage -- hardly any green.

On the way down to Homer, the drive along Turnagain Arm, with mountains and ocean. One of dozens of photos -- hard to stop taking them, because each view seems spectacular.

In the parking lot at Turnagain Pass. Enough snow on the north side of Turnagain Pass that we saw a group of people heading out (on skis? snowshoes? just saw them briefly) across it for a hike. Only a few small patches of snow left on the south side of the Pass.

Daffodils at Land's End Hotel. Spring has reached Homer, but isn't as far along as Anchorage.