Well, we have made it to Homer, a small town on the Kenai peninsula and it’s about as far west as you can drive your car in Alaska without putting it on a ferry. The super touristy area is the Homer Spit, a long jetty of land with a single road leading out to the end. This is where you can find all the t-shirt shops and fishing charters (Homer is the self-proclaimed “Halibut Capital of the World”).
While we were on the spit, we walked over to have a look at the small boat harbor. Judging from the height of the pilings, they must have a heck of a tidal difference here. Check out how tall the pilings are in comparison to the sailboat mast in the middle.
It was low tide, and the dock entrance was a good thirty or forty feet above the water. Can you imagine a cruiser having to haul groceries down this ramp?
We hadn’t eaten lunch yet, but that didn’t stop us from going into the infamous Salty Dawg Saloon for a couple of beers.
There was quite a Sunday morning crowd in there. Can you tell the tourists from the locals?
We enjoyed the local beers so much that we decided to do a pub crawl of sorts. After lunch, we stopped in at the Homer Brewing Company. Then we headed over to the Bear Creek Winery (interesting wines made with blueberries, raspberries, and rhubarb). We finished the crawl at the Ring of Fire Meadery. Lots of Alaskan small towns seem to have breweries but this is the first meadery we’ve come across, so we were pretty much obligated to try some. How does that rhyme go? “Beer before liquor, never sicker”? The rhyme doesn’t have any advice about mead, but they were small tasting samples so we were still “in the clear”.
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