When we surfaced from our darkened, sleeping den on our one full day in Homer, it was raining. It's the first rain we've had this whole trip! The mountains were in a cloud. Everything was cold and damp. It was a transformed landscape. We were not pleased. I decided not to go kayaking. My bike seat was wet. We hung around the trailer waiting for a break. Joan resorted to doing our laundry. Oh foul day!
The helpful lady at the Visitor's Centre told us about two eagle nests in the vicinity. We went looking. We found no nests but had fantastic views looking over the 180ยบ of mountains, the town and the long, busy spit.
Believe it or not, Homer has a developing wine industry that specializes in blending local berries with imported grape juice. Rhubarb and blueberries grow like weeds in the area so these wines were straight, no grapes. We tried both at the tasting bar and came away with a few bottles. The winery was beautifully landscaped with a cascading creek and large pond filled with orange fish. Rhubarb was in many of the borders as an ornamental. Blarney peed in a border.
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