"Wow! Look at the mountains. They're everywhere." I said. "Amazing!" Joan agreed. This drive between Anchorage and Kenai was one of the most spectacular Alaska has to offer.
Kenai was holding a Saturday public market in the information centre parking lot. We all had wonderful hot dogs made from different types of meat. I had bratwerst, Bob ordered Polish, and Joan and Helen had reindeer.
The Russian Orthodox Church in Kenai, built in the 1870s, is a reminder of the Russian influence here. The old, shaggy, white-haired priest, dressed in authentic robes of the day, told us about the heritage building and trappings of the religion. "Don't forget to go next door to the gift shop and see the souvenirs from Russia," he said as we were leaving.
A cold wind was blowing when we reached Beluga Lookout on the bluffs above the beach in Kenai. We jumped out immediately and steered Blarney over to the bluff's edge. A sign read, "Keep OFF the Bluff." The view over the ocean was spectacular. We had a site that allowed views from our windows. Fantastic!
During a walk on the beach we saw some fishermen pull in a flounder. While we were busy checking it out, Blarney ate their discarded sardine bait. I was on him but only in time to watch him gulp it down. Later, in his bed back in the trailer, he threatened us with a couple of gurgly burps. "Put him out!" Joan yelled. He held it down and the panic passed.
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