Falling on Hard Times

Misty mountains.

We did not successfully shed the overcast skies and misting rain that characterized these last few days of travel.  Fairbanks to – almost – Anchorage where we had to stop for the night, and from there to Homer produced a few uncomfortable days of poor training (Alison), truck-cabin fever (A&A), and rain that got stuck in my eyes (Alison).  All of this driving really started getting under my skin, in fact, Alex had a hard time with the long haul as well.  Needless to say, we have learned a lot about ourselves, each other and how we will plan our next adventure (waaay more hikes!!).

 Now let’s jump to our highest high:  Reaching the coast of Homer!

  

1lb of Alaskan King Crab looks something like this.

We camped on the beach of Homer Spit, which is an outcropping of land that extends out into Kachemak Bay (aka the Pacific Ocean).  The overcast skies lifted enough for us to appreciate the snow capped mountains on the other side of the bay while we enjoyed a windy but dry walk on the rocky beach.  It was here that Alex insisted on cracking open a few Alaskan King Crab legs out of the port that the famous Time Bandit from The Deadliest Catch TV show docks in.  I got to go for a bike ride and a swim (Thank God!!!) and we got to – after 5 days of no showers plus more since laundry – shower and wash our clothes (Halleluiah!!!!).

Our 1st and likely only fire. =(

Still a happy couple.

However, maybe we should have held off on the laundry, for despite setting up tarped coverings and our annex (extra covered room under the tent), the driving rain of the coast soaked our freshly laundered bags.  We packed up everything wet (what could we do?) and officially set out for home.

POW! POW!

What’s going to come at us next?

WHAM! BAM! HUA!

Adventure on!