I woke up at 6:30 am at the Anchor River beach. Yesterday, I Drove over 250 miles Being near the salty water, I should get the Rodeo washed when I get back to Anchorage.
During the early morning, I drove into Homer. The road ends at a ferry dock on the east end of town. A guy walked in front of the truck as I was going by, which just shows there are common-senseless people in this world...just about everybody.
Then I took a road at the beginning of Homer to east end. The end of the road had a dirt parking. Odd, there were a couple of memorials out in the middle of nowhere. I parked the rodeo and hiked on down the road to the beach. It was a steep hill, and I could feel the pressure on my knee as I descended the mile.
Two guys went ahead of me. They were Frenchmen I later found out when we chatted for just a second.
At the bottom of the hill, white and green seaweed and black clams lined the beach. Red rocks covered the ground. There was a pleasant smell. I could have stayed and inhaled the smell forever.
Some kids were riding their dune buggies. Over to the left there was a farm with cows grazing. Over towards the right, I didn't explore the beach. I found a bear carcas lying on the beach.
The flat mud seperated the shore from the water. The mud can act like quicksand and suck people in until they are stuck, then they are drowned by the incoming tides. I've heard a story about a woman getting stuck in the mud just south of Anchorage and when a helicopter tried to pull her out, she was torn in apart. Special equipment was required to pull people out. Suprisingly, there were no signs stating the danger of the mud.
It was really serene down there, I'm so glad I drove down that way.
I droveback to Homer and took a short walk on the beach. Along the shore there were yellow, orange, and red seaweed and jelly fishes. The shore had neat patterns created by the waves. A lot of older folks were walking along the beach.
Homer was a port town, and these towns don't tend to look very clean.
After Homer, I drove back to Anchorage, but headed to Captain Cook State Park first and left the park 6:30 pm. To get to the park, I had to drive through Kenai. The 1993 Rand-McNally atlas showed the road does not end in Captain Cook State Park, but it does. Had to head on back out via Kenai.
