The Chocolate Drop Inn was so comfortable and homely, that although we rose at 8am for breakfast, we just chilled till 11am, and Laurie had to remind us about the check-out time. Once we had packed the cars, we drove back down to the Spit to do some beachcombing. You have to keep reminding yourself that the grey beaches around here perfectly normal - the weird grey sand comes from the smooth grey river pebbles, and is normal in every way except for the disconcerting colour. The road to the end of Spit is apparently the most southerly point in Alaska you can reach by car without using a boat, so we had to check that out before leaving Homer for good.
Pictures of the last day in Homer here.
Since we were retracing our steps, the drive back was uneventful, until we reached the junction for Seward. Then we headed east, and drove through Moose Pass, which even though it is a town, and not a mountain pass, contained more of the idyllic scenery which has become so commonplace. Ryan and I tried to imagine Bob riding his motorbike along this road in the summer, feeling much more part of the scenery than you would in a car.
The centre of Seward looks a little rough, so we were relieved to be heading out of town tonight for dinner at nearby Resurrection Roadhouse, with the extended Warren and Hicks family - Tina and Jake have driven down to join us on the cruise tomorrow. The restaurant is really good - very much like a trendy restaurant in some urban metropolis, but of course with the ubiquitous fresh salmon and halibut - but the service was a bit slow, and a considerable wait for the table, which was already booked, was followed by an extremely long wait for our food. The long day, the long wait and the travelling all contributed to a tired fractiousness, and leaving the restaurant at 10.45, we were glad to back to the hotel and our beds.
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