Homer Spit Beach and Camping

(Page 1 from Homer - 99 photos)

7-28-2009 ~ Blog #375

(Retroblogged on 2-15-2011) ~ David

   When I was a growing up my family went camping often.  The Homer Spit was a frequent and memorable destination.  In the summer the five mile spit would be loaded hundreds of campers, motor-homes, tents and blue-tarps for those who couldn't afford tents.  The demographics have shifted greatly; each night we were one of only two or three tents on the entire spit.  It seams that everyone camps in campers and motor-homes now.  A night without rain and strong winds is rare on the spit; it's not very hospitable to tent camping, but I was amazed at the scarcity of tents.  It was rainy and windy, but we were fortune enough to enjoy a few hours of sun and calm.

Two of my favorite photos of Svea ever; enjoying the bliss of sea air.

Svea wanted to keep this egg forever; there was much drama when it met its demise.

And one of my favorites of Brigitta:

Our tent; the corners are loaded with boulders for ballast and extra guy ropes keep the tent upright and in-place.

Brigitta and Annika enjoy a brief moment of sun as a hole in the dark sky passes by.

Gathering wood for our campfire.

This otter appeared to be especially comfortable around people; we watched him for quite awhile, sometimes at close proximity.

Joan likes close-ups and macro.

Brigitta found part of a dead crab.

Svea thought it was gross.

Seafarer's Memorial

One of the Alaska State Ferries

I got up at 5:30 on Tuesday morning and went for a short walk.  I watched a bald eagle on the beach tear up and eat what I think was a loon. 

High tide mark:

Dry Rocks

Wet Rocks

Wet Rocks with Kelp

Taking HDR bracketed sets of photos near the entrance of the Homer Harbor

Beach Art

Breakfast before packing up and heading home.