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On our last full day together, Wayne and I followed up on tips we had gotten from four different people and flew over the Harding Ice Fields to Homer. The ice fields were every bit as majestic as expected, and I didn't try to take any pictures, because this time I just knew the camera phone would not do the panoramas justice.
The coastline leading up to Homer was idyllic, more like the central coast of California in the spring than Alaska. Of course looking off to the west at the chain of volcanic peaks along the Aleutian Islands kept me cognizant we were many degrees of latitude from home. The famous spit was visible from miles away, and well before we landed I was sure I would try to rent a bicycle and ride out.
Of course Wayne's first order of business was replacing our water from any potable source. What he knew, but had failed to tell me, was that he had acquired a UTI, and was pounding the water in an effort to flush his system. Of course if he had told me, I would have told him to stop drinking up our supply of beer (I was going really light myself because of hints of gout in my feet) as well as chugging off a bottle of marinara sauce he seemed to have a craving for!
So I managed to find a bike rental less than a miles walk from the airport and went off in search of my own adventure. I found a multi-storied houseboat that looked like a perfect movie set.
The coastline leading up to Homer was idyllic, more like the central coast of California in the spring than Alaska. Of course looking off to the west at the chain of volcanic peaks along the Aleutian Islands kept me cognizant we were many degrees of latitude from home. The famous spit was visible from miles away, and well before we landed I was sure I would try to rent a bicycle and ride out.
Of course Wayne's first order of business was replacing our water from any potable source. What he knew, but had failed to tell me, was that he had acquired a UTI, and was pounding the water in an effort to flush his system. Of course if he had told me, I would have told him to stop drinking up our supply of beer (I was going really light myself because of hints of gout in my feet) as well as chugging off a bottle of marinara sauce he seemed to have a craving for!
So I managed to find a bike rental less than a miles walk from the airport and went off in search of my own adventure. I found a multi-storied houseboat that looked like a perfect movie set.
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