So we moved on south to Homer, Alaska. We stayed at “Lands Ends”, literately, where the land ends, at the farthest tip of the Spit.
It was a quaint, touristy town. It’s claim to fame, is the halibut fishing – the reason we went there. Unfortunately, the morning we went out (again, super early fishing), the weather had taken a turn for the worst (as it can suddenly do in Alaska), though it was beautiful and clear yesterday.
We were forced to turn around, less than a mile offshore, from the 10 foot swells that were swamping the bow of the boat (like a scene off Deadliest Catch).
So we had a day to kill, and you can only shop the same tourist-trap-type-stores for so long before you don’t have anything else to buy or look at.
Outside the inn, there was a cool-looking tree that probably had washed up years ago from a storm 1 It was bleached white with sun and age. A perfect opportunity for a quick photo shoot!
After that, I entertained myself for a while, trying to do some rock stacking. This was the most successful one.
- There was a lot of different things along the beach. ↩