We packed up the Subaru and hit the road last weekend. Saturday we set up camp on the shore of Crescent Creek in Cooper Landing next to the only patch of snow around. Our campsite was just a few miles from the site of our wedding the previous year. I waded in the blue creek of glacial melt, we cooked dinner right on the coals of the fire and listened to the water rush all night.
Nature's ice chest. Why yes, that is Costco brand beer.
Sunday morning we packed up and headed to Homer at the far west end of the Kenai Peninsula. We stopped to look at Mt. Iliamna and Mt. ReDoubt, the latter of which erupted for several months the first year I lived in Alaska. Homer is the "Halibut fishing capital of the world" and known for it's adorable tourist trap, a 4.5 mile spit lined with shops, restaurants, docks and tour companies. We had never been there before.
Mt. Augustine is currently in an active volcanic state, visibly releasing steam here.
The view of Homer from just outside town. The strip of land projecting in to Kachemak Bay is the aforementioned Homer Spit. We booked a room at the Land's End Resort at the tip of the spit.
A row of shops on the spit.
Art in a restaurant where we grabbed chowder and cocktails.
Me and my martini.
Our shadows and the view from the deck of our hotel.
Josh was wincing from the sun in every single photo of the two of us from the weekend. So I gave up and posted this one anyway.
NEXT UP: The last morning of our trip we hopped aboard a charter halibut tour to try to catch some fish. Photos soon.