Finally, the tiny port of Homer appeared as we crested a small hill. Spread before us was the magificent expanse of Katchemak Bay @ Cook Inlet. Even with the gray, gloomy skies, it was impressive.
Katchemak Bay Overlook
But by now, it was getting on toward dinner time and we had been driving and sightseeing for a long time. So, we adjourned to the local drinkery, the Salty Dawg Saloon a longtime fixture in Homer.
Maret and Michele at the Salty Dawg Saloon
The Salty Dawg is a “must” when you are in Homer, not only for it’s eclectic decor, but also for the local culture. (can you tell in the above image who is a native Alaksan and who is the tourist?)
Bumper Stickers at the Salty Dawg
The back of the bar is festooned with bumper stickers. My favorite was the one on the top that proclaimed, “Grow your own Dope — Plant a Man!”. Down in the lower left corner, another asks, “Where is the Hell is PIE TOWN, NM?” Well, I can tell you the answer to that question, but that is for another blog post.
Ceiling Decor
Every square centimeter is adorned with some memento from afar, from dollar bills to bras. The Salty Dawg is definitely unique. The rooms are filled with large tables and benches so bar patrons can mingle, and mingle we did!
Can you see the other folks at our table? Well, turns out that they are the local fisherman ( and woman)! We learned a lot about the conditions of the seas, how the catch is declining, how the hooks are set so that it reduces accidental catch of seabirds. I was really happy to hear that!!!! The brew was pretty tasty too! In fact, brought some home in my suitcase — successfully too. Sadly, it is already all gone!
Homer Harbor
The next morning was cool and cloudy. We had some time to kill while waiting for the boat to take us over to Halibut Cove, so we opted for a little beach walk.
Black-legged Kittiwake Nest
Black-legged Kittiwakes are the most common gull in the bay, overwhelmingly so! There are thousands! And, it seemed as if all of them had decided to build their nests, condo-style beneath the large pier that extended out into the bay. It was the perfect nesting place from a gull’s point of view, a nice roof overhead and protected from unexpected attack by the hordes of Bald Eagles that also reside there.
Driftwood and Beach Rocks
As we lazily walked the stony shores of Katchemak Bay, my mind wandered to photographic opportunities. So it was that I was looking down at a natural arrangement of driftwood and beach rocks, when Maret and Michele exclaimed in unison, “OMG! That eagle just plucked that gull out of the water!” And, I missed it entirely! That will teach me to be looking in the wrong direction!
Breakfast for an Eagle
I looked up in time to watch the Bald Eagle carrying the already dead gull to it’s favorite dining platform! I am pretty sure the kittiwake never knew what hit him/her. And, after all, eagles have to eat too. Although the lighting is not good, if you look carefull, you may see the feathers wafting down from the eagle’s bill.
Next up — onward to roadless, Alaska!