Our last day in Homer found me sticking close to the beach. I mean, with a view like this from the window, how can you leave? Continue reading “Day Forty Nine: Last Day on the Spit”
Day Forty Nine: Last Day on the Spit
Day Forty Eight: Homer
Twice in my life I’ve stayed in hotels/condos right on the beach (Atlantic and Gulf of Mexico). When I lived in Lima, Peru I rented an apartment overlooking the Pacific. Those were amazing experiences, but I have to say that waking up on a spit of land in the middle of Kachemak Bay was really, really cool. Continue reading “Day Forty Eight: Homer”
