Spectacular Sunset

We ate breakfast at the hotel before we headed out. This morning was a good breakfast with waffles, eggs and bacon. That should hold us over for a little while.

Started my day out with a couple cute girls who I bathed while Mommy and Daddy packed up. We even got a little pony on the top of Kate’s head. She finally has enough to put up.

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Very Long Day

On this beautiful Sunday morning in Watson Lake we stopped to look at the license plate forest. It was around 9:30. We are getting off earlier than we have.

The license plate forest has grown over the years that I have lived in Alaska.

The Sign Post Forest, a world famous attraction was started in 1942 by a homesick U.S. Army G.I., Carl K. Lindley of Danville, Il., Company D, 341st Engineers. While working on the Alaska Highway, he erected a sign here pointing the way and stating the mileage to his hometown. Others followed his lead and are still doing so to this day. On July 20, 1990, Olen and Anita Walker of Bryan, Ohio placed the 10,000th sign. Carl K. Lindley and his wife visited the site in 1992, 50 years after his first post was erected.

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304 Miles

Before we could actually start on our 304 miles the trailer had to be jiggered around inside. It was too heavy in the front, so all the guys unloaded and packed the trailer starting before it got light.

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Camping on the Spit

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.

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Ghost Town

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.

Checkout more about McCarthy here:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McCarthy,_Alaska

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”

https://eztvseries.net/tv/63462/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.

https://www.outsideonline.com/1928141/papa-pilgrims-progress-dark-tale-alaskan-frontiersman

https://www.adn.com/projects/article/hale-clan-details-abuse-hand-their-father-papa-pilgrim/2013/07/12/

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.

https://www.nps.gov/wrst/learn/historyculture/kennecott-mines-national-historic-landmark.htm

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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Spit

What is the definition of spit?

  1. A slender pointed rod for holding meat over a fire.
  2. To eject from the mouth
  3. To rain or snow slightly
  4. 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.

https://www.homeralaska.org/the-homer-spit.html

Once again I got some nice photos from the Spit.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homer_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.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FV_Time_Bandit

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.

https://www.graceridgebrewing.com

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.

https://www.facebook.com/lighthousegrill96

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.

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Last Leg

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. 

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Hitting it Hard!

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.

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