We all finally arrived at the 15 Chandeliers B&B on Thursday. Clif, Charlie, and Tom had a short trip in from their stay in Palmer, AK the night before. Marty and I arrived from Seward about 7:30pm. Janice, Charlie's wife, arrived in the afternoon. Clif's wife, Terry, got to the airport about 8:30pm. Charlie's son, Mark, flew in from Austin and arrived about midnight. Jane took over six hours to get from Seward (after getting off of the ferry) due to wait time for the bus and then a long bus ride. She arrived after 10:00pm. Needless to say, she was as exhausted as those who had come from Texas.

As you can see the B&B is very nice. The rooms and grounds are lovely. We get a great breakfast in the morning and then it's off to our various pusuits.

Charlie scheduled us for a ride to down the Kenai Peninsula on the Sterling Highwayto Homer Spit (see map). He had been there many years ago. It was going to be a long ride but since it is still light at midnight, there wasn't any hurry. We departed about 10:00am. The guys left on the motorcycles with Jane and Terry also aboard. Mark and Janice were driving a rental car.

About 150 miles into the trip it started to rain. Clif and Terry didn't have rain gear along so they decided to turn back. Naturally, the rain let up about 15 minutes later. We pressed on to Homer and hit enough rain that we had to stop and put on rainsuits. It was a fairly disorganized ride but we all eventually arrived at the Land's End restaurant in Homer Spit. It's as far as you can go on the highway.

The restaurant was fine. However, in addition to being pretty cloudy, Homer Spit turned out to be a cross between tacky beach excess and a giant RV park. There was little charm to the place. I don't think it was at all like Charlie remembered. We finished lunch and departed for the B&B about 4:00pm. There was some brief rain on the way but by the time we got back into the mountgains & glaciers, it had cleared enough to get some pictures. Clif and Terry spent the afternoon riding by themselves and taking pictures.

It seems as though RV's must migrate from the Lower 48 to Alaska to mate. The roads are full of all the various sizes and shapes of these vehicles. There were hundreds of them at Homer Spit and we passed dozens more as we made our way back.