Copyright 2019, CABS for Reflections From the Fence
July 18, 2019
Woke to no rain, light clouds and a bit more smoke than yesterday. I neglected to share this photo of a bald eagle. This was right in the campground we stayed in at Seward, and I had no idea. Some days, ya just gotta say, DUH! Nice bird.
Packed up.
Drove back to town to fuel up and do a bit of a grocery shopping. Boy, that fried chicken we bought for lunch sure smells yummy.
Headed over to Homer and Anchor Point for a few days. Its lightly smoky.
As we approach the Sterling Highway, yep, we can smell the smoke.
Smell subsided through Coopers Landing. Coopers River very pretty and teal. Rafting. Met some peeps from our area of SE Michigan at this pulloff. They live about 45 minutes away. That’s close.
The Cooper River, I believe.
Signs for smoke. Construction.
The brown section has burned, this is along the Sterling Highway. It is possible that this section was burned as a back fire, to slow down the fire, to protect the power lines.
This appears to be a larger area of burn, maybe the fire, instead of back fires.
The lines, you can see that this area has some cut trees, making a space to slow down the fire.
We can see the signs of the fire. At times it is well over 1/2 mile of green, then the tell tale brown trees and blackened ground. At other times the fire came as close as 100 yards from the highway. There are no longer pilot cars to accompany travelers through this section. The fire is not out, but, at this time is no threat to the road and its travelers.
We ended up stopping and having lunch in a local bar, burger and fish n chips.
Arrived Anchor Point, western furthest point on roads in North American hightway system. Sunset? If I can be awake at 11:04 P.M. Ya, right!!
Took this - - cause I could and cause I like old buildings.
At the beach, lots of old trees, driftwood.
Fireweed - -
Not sure what this pretty thing is - -
We went 1/4 mile to the Pacific Ocean. Fishing boats coming in. Run em up on the trailers in water.
This is really quite interesting. The tractor places the trailer in the water, the fishing boat comes racing in, pretty much full throttle and runs up on their trailer. A man straps and connects hooks and winches between the trailer and the boat, stands on the trailer tongue while the tractor pulls the entire works, boat, trailer and fisher peeps to the upper level.
There was a boat there named Big But(t). Those that have followed Man and I around in our RVing adventures for a while will remember that our first truck we used to haul Tana around was named, Big Butt.
The plant life hanging on to the bottom of the trailer, I believe is kelp. It is rather strong smelling and they don't seem to clean it off, they just take off and drop pieces up and down the road.
Well, it certainly has been an interesting day, in a totally different way. We are tucked into a sweet little campground with about 25 sites, 1/4 mile from the Pacific Ocean and this boat activity. I just might have to go down there and watch this again. I've not seen this before and I do love something to watch and learn.
Man has not reported the miles today, but, it was supposed to be around 150, give or take.
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