Feeling at Home in Homer

Kachemak Bay

The last time we visited the Kenai Peninsula we stayed in Seward and never saw the sun once. So much rain you really could not do anything. We wanted to get to dry land and skipped going to Homer.  This time it was our destination.  We left Portage on a bright sunny day, turns out half  of Anchorage was doing the same.   It was high season for salmon dip net fishing along the Russian and Kenai rivers.  The towns of Seldotna and Kenai were crazy and packed with fisher people.  We were having serious doubts about going to Homer.  I am happy we persevered, once we made it through Seldotna the traffic thinned out. We made it to the Baycrest RV Park with a sigh of breathtaking views.  We went back and forth on whether we should stay on the “Spit” or up on the bluff.  We chose the bluff and we were very happy we did.   The Spit can be exciting but it is also lot more crowded.   The pier is busy with lots of fishing charters, after all Homer is noted for its halibut fishing.  Jack and I felt at times that we were the only two folks in the state of Alaska that did not fish.

Out the back Window!

We spent the next week enjoying the view and area.  I literally looked out the back window to this view every day. We had a pair of eagles that put on a show for us every day over the rv park.  It was fun to watch them swoop and soar. One night the sun was setting as the blue moon was rising.  Magnificent! We explored the town one day doing all the touristy things on the Spit.We took a few hikes and drives in the area, enjoyed the beaches and local cuisine.  

Boat Harbor on the Spit

One drive was to Anchor Point. It boasts as being the most westerly point in the US that you can drive.   There is a state park that is right on the beach, it had a few sites big enough for an RV but it is dry camping.  Still it would be fun for a night or two.  A lot of the locals fish from this area bringing their boats even thou there is no pier.   A big tractor launches the boats and later pulls them back to shore.  It was a hoot to watch!

Oh, and one more thing. Let’s not forget why Alaska has so many mountains.  It sits on that hot bed of volcanic energy known as the Pacific Ring of Fire.  Jack and I experienced firsthand what that means, we were in Homer when an earthquake of 6.2 magnitudes on the Richter scale hit!  I was taking a yoga class when we felt the whole building shake!  A reminder of the power of Mother Nature and yoga! We had one last campfire and glass of wine watching the sun setting on the mountains across the Kachemak Bay on the Cook Inlet. Tomorrow was moving day,  it was time to head to our next destination Valdez.  Sigh, it was hard to leave.

 

Looking down at the Spit from the mainland shore.

Blue Ice

Looking down on the road to Hatcher Pass

Palmer Airport

The signs of human habitation became evident once we hit the town of Palmer.   Keep in mind these are by Alaskan standards and not those of the lower 48.  Still it was good to see a town that was more than just a gas station and an intersection of two highways.  We stayed in Palmer for a week and let Jack get some rest.  Turns out he had a nasty cold that turned into bronchitis and required a visit to an Urgent Care facility.  Plus he had an allergic reaction to the antibiotic and broke out in a nasty rash. Ouch!  I liked the town of Palmer it is situated in the Matanuska Valley and like almost every other area of Alaska surrounded by glacier capped mountains.  There was a nice bike path into town from the RV park and enough espresso stands to keep me happy and occupied while Jack recuperated. One day I hiked part of the Matanuska trail which was just down the road from the RV park.  The first part of the trail does a significant upward climb, a real heart thump-er even for this New Mexico mountain girl.   Jack and I took a ride up to Hatcher Pass and down Old Glenn Highway.  Palmer is a good balance between urban and wilderness and good alternative to staying in Anchorage.

Along the Turnagain Arm

Fireplace Pavilion

Our next stop was Portage but first you have to drive through Anchorage and along Turnagain Arm.  It is a beautiful drive along the Arm but the traffic is nuts and not very enjoyable pulling the big white whale.   We dry camped at the Williwaw National Campground last time we were in these parts and opted for the Portage RV park (water/electric only)  right next to it this time.  At first I was thinking it was nothing more than a giant gravel parking lot but it is in pretty spot and the sights are large and well spaced.  Every night there is large bonfire in a covered pavilion which is a great way to meet some folks from around the world all traveling through Alaska.  It is also along the Trail of Blue Ice which goes all the way to Portage Glacier.  

Tunnel to Whittier

And out the other side.

  Nearby and down a long, long, long and narrow tunnel is the town of Whittier.    Whittier is mountain and water locked and the only way to visit is via this tunnel, boat, or float-plane.  It is one way and also used by the Alaskan railroad so you have to time your travel to the town.  Whittier is also the hub of for a lot of the boat tours of Prince William Sound which was our goal.  We picked a perfect day too!  So did a lot of other folks the boat was at capacity and the assigned seating was tight but you could hang out anywhere on the decks so not really an issue except for the meal time.   Calving glaciers and waterfalls it was a magnificent day on the water.   The holding tanks were getting full and time for us head down the road to our next destination Homer.

Double Take Along the Way

Our view on Kluane Lake

Some places are magical.  Is it the light? Or is it something more?  I don’t know but magical is the word that comes to mind when staying on the Kluane Lake.  This area is just about one of the most remote places you can drive to in the North American continent.   I fell in love with area the last time we came through and my feelings have not changed.  Cottonwood RV is a small park right on the shores.  Just about the only human establishment except for a small gas station a few miles up the road.  Ask for one of the dry camping sites and you will feel like you are the only folks on the planet and this beautiful place is for you alone.   Rainbows play along the shores all day and the light is at the right angle that this happen more often than you may think.  We had a small campfire and coffee off the fire and watched the lake for hours.  Sigh.  It was hard to leave such a beautiful place.

Weather and road turning bad!

The road and weather turned progressively worse the closer we got to the Alaska border.  It was a long hard drive to Tok on some of the worse roads we encountered so far. Shortly after we crossed the border the rain started.  Cold and dreary and we were hungry. No quaint roadhouse stops along this stretch.  Just endless road and rain, we found a small gas station to stop.  Deep fried takeout food and no place to sit. We snacked on chicken strips standing in one of the aisles.  At least we had a warm dry truck to continue the journey. Not so lucky a drenched couple on motorcycles taking the same refuge in this desolate gas station. They were talking to a third man who was

going to find a new tire for one of the bikes.  A reminder of the remoteness of the area and thoughts of  “Did we make the right decision to come to Alaska?” going through my head. 

Whew! We made it to Tok.  What does one say about Tok?; lot’s of RV parks and not much more.  It is a stopping place for the night on your way to other destinations.  Still, the rain stopped and we were happy to hunker down for night.   The next morning we continued down the road via the Tok Cutoff towards the Glenn Highway.  We stopped at a small roadside coffee stand at the junction of the Richardson Highway and the Cutoff, we talked to the owner Jeannie and her mom for awhile.  Nice folks.  And the sun was out, amazing how that can change your perception of an area.  A little further down the road and we turned west onto the Glenn Highway.  Valdez is to the south, Fairbanks to the north, and Anchorage to the west with Glennallen at the intersection.   We’ll catch Valdez on the way back and skipping Fairbanks this time around.   

The drive down the Glenn Highway is a beautiful one and right about in the middle is the small Grand View RV Park that was the destination for a few days.  It overlooks Sheep Mountain on one side and the Matanuska Glacier on the other.  It is one of my favorite little spots.  You can see Dall sheep on the mountain.  They like to lick the mineral deposits.  One night we saw a mama moose and babies on the glacier side.   It is a beautiful spot and worth stopping for a few days.  See my earlier post on this area, yummy food at the cafe too!   A short drive away is our next stop Palmer. 

View at Grand View

There's Jade in Them Thar Hills

We were in drive mode once we left Stewart.  We planned on getting to Whitehorse as fast as we could.  We needed to stock up on supplies and get the oil changed on the white beast.  However, driving the Cassiar is slow going, a winding twisting road that doesn’t seem to go anywhere. In fact, the road atlas doesn’t even think this part of BC and the whole of the Yukon territory are map worthy.  We did not see as many bears this time around either! We stopped at Dease Lake for the night.  Dease Lake is few homes, gas station and a RV Park and not much of anything else.   Just north of town the mountains are jade green and black in color and it seems fitting that one of the largest jade mines in the world would be located here.  The next morning we did a short stop to visit Jade City.   Interesting to see the raw mined jade and later the jewelry and artifacts made from the gem.  Apparently they are also filming a reality show here for the summer. Hmm, “Mr. DeMille I’m ready for my close-up now.” 

Raw jade

We continued on the Cassiar for what seemed a long time and finally made it out of BC and into the Yukon Territory and on the official Alaskan Highway. We were hoping to stay at a small RV park that had a small restaurant and gift shop we stayed at last time. We were saddened to see that it closed.  It seemed to be the case a lot.  Little places that had been around for years were now closed.  Some say it was due to the fuel prices in Canada others were saying the owners were retired with no one to pass torch to carry on the business.  Hopefully, a new crop of adventurous entrepreneurs will hear the call of the wild and revitalize the roadhouse tradition along the Al-Can. We ended up staying the night in a nice enough crowded sardine type rv park in Teslin.  

Historic trucks from the making of the Alaskan Highway

The next day we made it to Whitehorse and spent the next few days buying groceries, washing clothes and other mundane chores.  We did have a nice anniversary dinner one day, and a nice hike along the Yukon River another day.  I  have a previous post about this area so I won’t spend much more time on the area.  Jack did insist on seeing the airplane on a stick again thou.  Next blog will be about two of my favorite areas so stayed tuned!

Hiking on the Yukon