The harbor area of Seward is a narrow strip of land located at the base of precipitous wooded mountain slopes along which runs the highway into town. (Said highway turns to gravel past the old downtown area.) The hotels are strung along the highway. Next is a row of shops and restaurants owned by the hotels, then a street, then commercial vendors and restaurants interdisguise fronting the harbor. Snow capped mountains overlook the bay and the harbor. 60°F feels cool.
Left homer early. Enjoyed ten minutes of sunshine before entering a dense fog bank.
No bears at Russian river ferry, run by private contractor for park or forest service. "No bears." The attendant mumbled. Don't know where they are. His legs were crossed and his boots were up on the rail between us. "No shit. You slovenly ass." I replied. "There are no cars here and no crowds of retired silvers in reverse spawning cycle parking their RVs. Hope you enjoy spending that $11.25 we just paid to park for five minutes. By the way, enjoy that load of plastic trash floating in your pit toilets." (Due respect to Hunter Thompson and gonzo journalism). I've tried hard to keep him out of this trip, but there you go- the camel is in the tent.
Pulled into Seward mid afternoon following a hike to the foot of Exit glacier. Beautiful stroll. Sea Wolf ate our lunch while waitng in the truck. His new appellation is cookie monster.
Toured the sea life center. Even with Exxon paying for it, it cost twenty bucks to enter.
A 16 yr old from Idaho pulled in a 335 lb halibut yesterday to gain the lead in Homer's fishing derby.
Tomorrow - a tunnel.
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