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Homer Mainly due to RV space availability (or lack thereof for the weekend) we left Seward and drove 180 miles all the way around to the opposite end of the Kenai Peninsula to Homer. Homer is a quaint little town of 5000 or so, the most famous area of which is the 4 ½ mile sand spit that juts into Cook Inlet. Our RV park was high on the cliffs above the town, with a massive view of Cook Inlet and Kachemak Bay, surrounded by snow-capped mountains. Soaring bald eagles greeted us, but, despite the beauty (and the draw of the Salty Dawg Saloon out on the spit), this was the first full hook-up site in quite a while, so some time was spent in maintenance duties. We did drive some of the back roads and came across a stream which had several salmon skittering through the shallow riffles and moving upstream to spawn. Although Homer bills itself as the halibut fishing capital of the world, we put off that trip for now, and satisfied ourselves with short trips – to the farmer’s market and craft fair, the bakery, the pizza place, the bakery. We did go to the Visitor’s Center, which has great displays, and took a guided tour, by van, of some of the bird watching sites in the area. And did I mention the bakery? And, oh yes, we did make it to the Salty Dawg – twice. We enjoyed some great people (and their Aflac duck) from North Carolina (or was it South?) there and attached our dollar to the wall, like (apparently) everyone else that has ever visited the bar.

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