As soon as we got service when we were leaving McCarthy our friends called and asked if we wanting to go camping in Homer. We figured we could kill two birds with one stone. We had promised our little friend, Silas, when we were in Ajo, AZ visiting them that we would walk along the beach in Homer with him while he was visiting his father. So we got home on Sunday and left again on Friday for Homer.Continue reading “Camping on the Spit”
We decided to go to McCarthy for 4th of July. I took tons of photos and somehow managed to loose most of them. So there won’t be many on this blog.
We headed to McCarthy in our camper. I had not been there since 1980. David had never been there. Our kids and granddaughters were meeting us there.
Boy was I surprised when we got there. Where we had camped back in May of 1980 was now a campground. It was still just a big gravel area along the Kennicott River. We found a camping spot, you just park where you want. You can’t get the big RV’s down the road to McCarthy. The hand trolley that used to take you across the river has been replaced by a footbridge. The people of McCarthy no longer had to wait until spring to drive across the Kennicott River because they have a private bridge now.
We arrived a day early from the rest of our party, so we could find us a good campsite. We found one right on the river and parked so we could save a space for the rest of us. There is only one other camper on the other end of the area we were camping in. As we got out of our truck and were walking to the back I notice that the person at the other campsite is walking over. All of a sudden she says, “I knew it was you. I saw those legs getting out of the truck and I thought those look like Cindy’s legs. Then I saw that long grey hair and I knew it was you.” It was only David’s niece, Laura and her two kids, Mattie and Hannah. We had no idea that she was there. Now our family camping trip got even bigger.
We spent 4th of July in McCarthy. We went to the pancake breakfast and then to the parade. Our twin granddaughter’s were in the parade because Daddy made a cool stroller that goes easily across rough terrain. He put bushwheels, airplane tires, on the stroller. Everyone was taking photos of it.
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It was a booming place when the Kennicott mine was going strong because alcoholic beverages and prostitution were forbidden in Kennecott.
It is also known for the murders of 1983 when a man shot 6 of the 22 residents while they waited for the mail plane to land. There is more about this on Discovery Channel’s Alaska’s Ice Cold Killer episode “Frozen Terror”.
There was also a TV series on Discovery Channel called “Edge of Alaska”
Then there was the story about the Pilgrims. Who were thought to be this big family who moved out to some land outside of McCarthy who were quaint and charming until the truth came out.
This poor little town has a lot of bad things happen to it but it just keeps on going.
The next day we went up to Kennicott mine. It was a ghost mine when I was here in 1980. When they closed the mine they just left everything there. The whole mine was deteriorating. In June of 1998, the National Park Service acquired many of the significant buildings and lands of the historic mining town of Kennicott. Listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1978 and designated as a National Historic Landmark since 1986, Kennicott is considered the best remaining example of early 20th Century copper mining.
I wish I wouldn’t have lost my photos but life goes on. I guess this means I need to go back.
Hope you enjoyed the history lesson.
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What is the definition of spit?
- A slender pointed rod for holding meat over a fire.
- To eject from the mouth
- To rain or snow slightly
- A small point of land usually of sand or gravel running into the water
Now can you figure out which one I mean by this title?
Read on to see if you are right.
David had to go to the Kenai Peninsula to work and I went with him, so I could visit my friend Stella. Stella and I decided to take a day trip to Homer.
We got up that morning and headed out for our 80 mile trip to Homer with a few stops for photo ops on the way down.
We stopped on top of the hill leading into Homer to take some nice scenic photos.
I also got some nice flower photos there.
We then drove on into Homer and out on the Spit. The forces of nature that built the Homer Spit might have washed it away years ago, if humans had not intervened. Winter storms roaring out of the northwest try to separate the 4.5-mile strip of sand and gravel from the mainland almost every year, but rock walls and perseverance keep it intact.
Once again I got some nice photos from the Spit.
While on the Spit you can’t leave without taking a few shots of the marina. Guess who happened to be in the marina, Time Bandit. If you are fans of the Deadliest Catch you will know what I am talking about. I myself have never watched the show. I guess because I live here.
After leaving the Spit we stopped at Grace Ridge Brewing. It is not as well known as Homer Brewery but I think they have great beers. Check it out if you are in Homer sometime.
We decided to head home but not before we had some lunch. We had seen a place on our way in we wanted to try, The Lighthouse Grill.
The food was excellent and very reasonable priced. I would highly recommend this place and plan to take David there soon.
Now that our bellies are full we can make our trip home with a few photo ops on the way.
We decided to drive down a road we had not been down before that went to the beach. Look what we found there.
Bald Eagles eating on a dead halibut.
Just a couple more photos of the view.
Stella and I had a wonderful day in Homer. It is such a cool, little town. I highly recommend visiting when you come to Alaska.
The question now is have you figured out which definition was the one I was referring to?
I hope you enjoyed our day trip.
Thanks for stopping by!
Well this is our last leg of the trip. We will be home today. It is only 426 miles to home. It should take us around 9 hours or less since I am driving.
Our last stop in Canada was in Beaver Creek. This is what the local visitor center has to say about it.
The historic community of Beaver Creek is a small border town on the Alaska Highway, the most westerly community in Canada, and Yukon’s gateway to Alaska. Beaver Creek is nestled in Yukon’s breathtaking, spruce-filled wilderness. The population of just over 100 is community-minded and friendly; people who value their quiet lifestyle, pristine landscape and surrounding wilderness.Continue reading “Last Leg”
We are getting closer to home and are now just wanting to get there. We want to try to make it to Beaver Creek, the last town before the border, today.
We left Dease Lake around 8:30 and you won’t believe what we saw to start our day off with a little wildlife.Continue reading “Hitting it Hard!”
We left our hotel around 8:30. We were getting excited to get home now but still planned to make a few stops on the way.
Our next stop was Tintagel Cairn which we hit at 11:00 at a rest area near the town of Tintagel, British Columbia, Canada. What exactly is the Tintagel Cairn you askContinue reading “Went to Alaska for 30 Minutes”
We had decided to start packing the car at around 8. We were planning on visiting Hell’s Gate which was not very far down the road. We thought it would open by 9.
As I was loading some stuff in the car a woman in the apartment next to our room asked me ………..Continue reading “Meeting New Friends & Seeing New Places”
Well it is time to start heading home. We decided to take the ferry from Port Townsend so the we could avoid Seattle. We kissed and hugged the family bye and off we went on our next adventure.
I was now going to be the driver because David couldn’t open his eye after the accident in Seattle. Now I guess I will not get to do as much looking around and more paying attention to the road. I guess it is David’s turn to enjoy the scenery and navigate.
We had a nice drive to Port Townsend where we were going to catch the ferry to Coupeville. I had made reservations on the ferry but we got thereContinue reading “Ferrying Away”
David and I decided to go visit our friends, Nancy and John Lee, in Greenwood which is part of Seattle. John Lee had a few days off so we left the kids house in Gig Harbor to drive to their house.Continue reading “Jimi Hendrix”
We left our hotel at 7:48. The day started out great until my bank called. They told me that someone had tried to cash a suspicious check. The check was a very old one I had that was my old address and old name. They had to open us a new checking account. At least, the debit cards were still working. Thank goodness for my bank.
It seems my youngest son let someone stay in our home while we were gone. He was supposed to take care of the house and my dog Alice. I filed a police report but I know nothing will ever come of it. I finally got hold of my son who told me Alice was with him and that he thought he knew who did it. I was not sure what else was stolen until I got home. I believe my son is back on drugs. He wasn’t even at the house while we were gone.Continue reading “Pacific Coast Highway”