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.