The sun is out in Homer, and it is beautiful. There is a brewery here and we are in it. Doing what best is done in such a place. The oysters arrive at four, or thereabouts, fresh from kachemak bay. (Sp) that is why we wait. On the way out of here on weds, if the tide is bringing in the silvers, we cross the Russian river by ferry to see grizzlies fishing. (We just didn't feel like paying $500 each for guided flight or boat tours)
Weve started making reservations at Seward and Valdez and points on toward canada that can be considered homeward bound, but we will try to hold that feeling at bay.
The oysters have arrived. We have dined like kings and queens, and I now have a bucket list - come back here and do this again.
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