This past Sunday we went to shop for groceries at the commissary. This moose was grazing beside the road, right by the flightline where the jets take off.
The little peninsula on the left side of this picture is the Homer Spit, where we camped at the last campground before the ferry landing. In this neck of the woods, that's the end of the line.
An old wooden homestead on the spit converted to a famous landmark, the Salty Dog Saloon. The lighthouse is for atmosphere, the rest of the place is original 1890's construction.
We've only been here a couple weeks and they want us to run for office. I don't know if it's me or Laurie they want to govern this place. They elected Palin, why not one of us?
The coastline by our campsite. That water out there is chock full of halibut and other fish.