Watching the glaciers go by.
Let me see if I’ve got this right. At some point we’re supposed to leave?
Interesting characters.
That won’t likely ever float again.
Houses in the mist July, 22,
It may seem that the forest is empty and you’re the only one there,
…but if you sit quietly, patiently, wait and watch, the houses will appear.
Sea otters? Did I hear someone ask about sea otters? July, 20,
Why, yes, we have sea otters. Lots of them.
Lying on their backs, admiring the day.
And this one; all that fur on her belly is a baby sea otter sleeping on mom.
And puffins.
Tufted puffins.
Year bird.
And Horned puffins.
Lifer!
Homer July, 20,
We were right about the windshield view. It went from this when we arrived.
To this the next morning.
Scored a moose by the roadside.
A momma moose and two kids!
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Flightseeing July, 19,
We meet up with our bus driver, Mark.
Who is also our airplane driver.
The plane is a Cessna Skymaster 336 twin engine push/pull.
One engine in front.
One engine in back.
Luke, a friend of Mark’s, joined us.
He’s riding with us today. When he flies, it’s this Cessna 152 Magnum, tricked out with big tires for rough bush pilot landings in the back country.
We crossed the Cook Inlet to the west, and got a look at the biggest peak over there, an active volcano.
Did some low-level flightseeing.
That’s how we got to the beach with the bears yesterday; Mark landed us on it.
When we were through with the bears, he flew us into some serious back country.
Past the volcano.
And glaciers.
Many glaciers.
And that volcano.
Always with a puff at the top from the sulphur escaping.
We flew back across the beach.
Across the water.
Back over the spit. (I can just make out the bus way out there from here.)
For a slam-dunk landing back at the little airport in Homer.
Another awesome experience. It took sixty years to get here to Alaska, but we’re making the most of it now.