We’ve moved. It didn’t feel like we had woken up enough times in Homer, so we drove 200 miles back down south. This time we’re at the Homer KOA up on the bluff to the west of town.
Our backyard here.
It has a view.
As does my office.
Low tide.
The campground eagle.
And Judy in the wind.
Alaska and Hawaii are so far apart, but we marvel at how much they have in common. Volcanic topography. Towering verdant mountains plunging steeply to the sea. Roads along the edges, winding along the water. Most of it impenetrable; only isolated places habitable. We didn’t come to Alaska with any intent of relating it to Hawaii, the comparisons just struck us.