The end of the road…

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last weekend Dave, the kids, Lowell, Ellen and I went to Homer, Alaska for the weekend.  Homer is a darling, funky little town at the very end of the Kenai Peninsula.  It is bustling place in the summer, with fishing charters and lots of artists selling their wares to the crowds of tourists. 

Not so much in November.  Which is why that is the time of year that Dave and I would make a trek down there to spend a lazy weekend with the family during our previous life in Alaska.  We spent a number of Oct/Nov weekends holed up in some little 1 star hotel spending our days walking on the beach, visiting coffee shops, picking up a little bit of local beer from the Homer Brewery. 

So we thought Homer would be the perfect place to take our relatives.  Our favorite fleabag hotel was booked up(apparently there is a construction project going on in Homer and since this was THE cheapest place in town…).  We called around looking for a place to stay, ruling out any establishment that was going to cost more than $75 a night for the 7 of us, and of course, ruling out anywhere that didn’t welcome large shedding dogs. 

We found a place.  A $60 a night, pack in as many as you can, of course your dog is welcome place called the Dandy Cabins of Homer.  16 by 24 foot cabin with a little kitchen area, a queen bed, a futon and a bathroom.  What more did we need?  The kids are little and can sleep anywhere.  2 blocks from a lake, 2 blocks from the Brewery, 1/2 mile from the Homer Spit.  It was perfect. 

Lowell and Ellen had been out running around the state for the week and were planning to meet us in Homer.  So on Saturday afternoon we loaded the kids and the dog into the minivan and began the journey.  A quick stop  at Taco Bell to feed the masses and off we went.

We made it in late in the evening and bustled the kids into the darling, clean, warm little cabin.  Took the dog on a little walk and settled in for a visit and a glass of wine.  I was feeling a little oogy, but figured it was just residual Taco Bell compounded by a touch of car sickness. 

WRONG!!!!!!

We retired to the bed in the back of the cabin, lights out and within the hour it was violently apparent that this was not residual car-sick, this was the dreaded foomungo. 

On Sunday, Lowell, Ellen Dave, Kjell, Broder, Sunny and Entropy played on the beach, went to the brewery, played games, read books, visited and in general had a grand old time.  

I occasionally left the bathroom to lie on the bed.  It was great.

Pity party aside, it was a great weekend for everyone else.  Homer is a charming little place.  There is something magical about the beach and the small boat harbor.  The kids could have played there for weeks. 

We will have to go back, and soon.

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About Sandie

A little background: A mother of 3, two boys and a girl. Married young to a good man. No longer young, but he is still a good man. Grew up in the suburbs of Minneapolis, lived several years in small town Alaska, spent a couple years in the city of Madison, currently residing not too far from down town Anchorage. Drink a crazy amount of coffee. Fiercely loyal to my friends. Truly rabid in my defense of family. Beyond thankful that my God loves me enough to allow me to doubt and question.

2 responses »

  1. I love Homer! Glad most of you had a good time. 🙂 Furthermore, I’m glad you are feeling better…and just think–now you’ll be good-to-go for the rest of the flu season!

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