Girdwood to Homer

So I headed out from Girdwood, and for the first time on this odyssey, I had a passenger. A friend of my uncle's needed a lift down to the town of Kenai where he lives. We were working together on the cabin and shared some beers around Girdwood. His name is Robert and he's got stories that I wouldn't believe if I didn't see the scars. This guy has been slapped by a bear, jumped on the back of a moose and hung on for a ride, fell off a 3 story balcony, got caught by a hook on a fishing trawler and yanked into the water, and that's just the beginning. He's a Yup'ik Eskimo originally from a village near Nome (his grandfather was saved by the famous serum). He's a great guy and obviously has more lives than a cat:


Kevin's Cantina cabin in Girdwood. It's pretty awesome... he's very meticulous and it's solid!:


This is a Russian Orthodox church off the highway from Kenai to Homer... a place called Ninilchik. The Russians owned Alaska, of course, before the US bought it for something like a bag of shiny beads. So there are many reminders of that time:


This bald eagle greeted me as I pulled over the hill into Homer.


On the famous Homer spit sits the famous Salty Dog Saloon. The lighthouse light shines during business hours beckoning salty dogs to drink.