Another rainy day. We have yet to see any of the fantastic mountains that I know are around here. Mt Redoubt for one. It doesn't look like we will see any today. We head down to Homer which is on the otherside of the Kenai Pennisula. It is a 90 mile drive and it drizzles and is foggy.
Homer is a fishing town, mostly halibut. It is one of the nicer towns we have seen,which is a surprise. So many of the small towns don't seem to have much to hold them together. No center. It is quite lovely town center and all. We go through a visitor center and drive out onto the "spit',a long skinny piece of land barely above water level, and have lunch, drive to the end of the east road. Still I know there are high mountains across the bay,but can't see them. There are many houses and lots for sale.
Driving home we stop at Norman Lowell's Art Gallery. We were told about it in the RV Park. Not expecting much but are knocked over when we open the door. The painting are breathtaking in their depiction of Alaska. He and his wife homesteaded in 1958 and lived in a one room long cabin which is still on the property. They have since built a gallery, house and studio. Back to his paintings. If I had $32,000 I would buy one. Christmas is coming maybe Santa will remember me. Anyway the paintings and the artist were wonderful. He is 83 now and charming. I want to buy a print. Will have to substitute enough times.
We stopped at an old Russian village. The old church is preserved and has a great cemetry overgrown with flowers. beautiful. The Cow Parsnip is taller than I am. Wish ours grew so tall.
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