This year we spent the 4th of July weekend in Homer. We’ve been to Homer a handful of times. Whenever we fish/camp/clam down that way we always do it out of Ninilchik and try to spend at least a day in Homer. We’ve never actually spent a significant amount of time there, so we were really looking forward to this trip.
Since it’s a pretty long drive, we decided it would be best to drive over halfway and spend the first night in Kasilof. We spent the night at Crooked Creek RV Park. It was late when we arrived. We quickly set up everything and then headed to bed. The next morning we woke up and went fishing along Crooked Creek, which was a short walk from the campground. As always, Lillian enjoyed playing in the water while everyone else fished.
After not much luck in the fishing department, we loaded up and headed to Homer. It was a gorgeous day. We stopped at a lookout right before town and took some pictures. Hazel was napping, again, but I woke her up and forced her to be in the pictures with us. Mean mom right here.
We made our way to the Homer Spit, a 4.5 mile strip of land jutting out into Kachemak Bay, and set up shop at Heritage RV Park. The rest of the day was spent walking up and down the boardwalk, going in and out of little shops, checking out boats in the harbor, and chasing birds. The girls and I ended each day with ice cream (Alaskans, Frosty Bear Ice Cream Parlor is where it’s at). Blake may or may not have ended each day with a Duck Fart in the Salty Dawg Saloon. ;) When in Rome…
The next day was the 4th of July. We woke up (to rain) and dressed the girls in festive little outfits that had to be worn over animal print Cuddl Duds, because… Alaska. They looked ridiculous. We spent a lot of the day snuggling in the camper. Lillian and I headed to the beach while Hazel napped. After nap time we went fishing, then out for pizza on the boardwalk. Glamping at its finest.
On Sunday we drove to town for breakfast. When we got back to The Spit it was time to pack up and head home. I panicked a little when I realized we were leaving and hadn’t taken Hazel down to put her feet in the sand. It was her first time on a beach at the ocean and these milestones shall not go undocumented. Also, it was a good opportunity for Lillian to run off some energy before the long ride home.
We had a fun weekend. Camping right on The Spit was such a cool experience. But it was kinda weird spending the 4th of July with 5 layers of clothes on and no fireworks. Fireworks in July in Alaska are pretty pointless. We’ll just have to make up for it on New Year’s Eve.
Until Next Time,