Onward to Homer, Alaska!

About 7 miles outside of Homer, Mae at a local Tesoro gas station showed me how to fill the propane tank of my motorhome:  "Now that I've shown you how to do it, realize that you'll probably never do this yourself.  Most dealers who sell propane would never allow an RVer to fill his or her own tank.  We do it for you.  That generally allows all of us to go on living our merry lives.  So, hon, where you from?"

And so I met Mae.  Originally from Michigan, Mae found herself living in the deep woods near Anchor Point, Alaska.  "Been here for the past 9 years solid.  I live totally off the grid.  No water, no electricity, no nothun except one of those coal miners head lamps.  But this past winter?  Well, I may have to just break down and get me some heat.  It was just a bit too much."

She said she was 42, but - sorry, Mae - she looks 60.  Life off the grid in Alaska can be hard on a gal I guess.

Welcome to Homer!   About 7 miles outside of the town limits the fog came from out of nowhere.  This scene was at the "Welcome" sign and normally is a place of beauty, overlooking the bay.  Could hardly see 5 feet ahead most of the highway into town.

But suddenly it cleared, and once I'd swerved past slow-moving moose, I was in a quaint town that seems intent on rebuilding it's history...

and becoming a haven for hippies and the New Age generation:

and along Homer Spit, some businesses boom...

while others decline...