We drove out of Williwaw during a pretty good rain and the first thing we came upon once we turned onto the Seward Highway was road construction and lots of dirt and gravel. The coach is back to incredibly dirty again.
Something I have noticed in Alaska is the highway names will usually change numbers along the way. From Anchorage down to the turnoff for Seward Highway 1 is the Seward Highway, but at that turnoff, Seward Highway 1’s name changes to the Sterling Highway and the Seward Highway continues on down to Seward on Highway No. 9. If you go north from Anchorage on Highway 1, it’s called the Glenn Highway. After talking to some locals about the highways here, it seems they only know the names of the highways and don’t pay attention to the numbers much.
After the Seward Highway turned off and we were on the Sterling Highway, the next town we came to was Cooper Landing. It was a pretty little town with the Kenai River running along the road. The water was that pretty color we had been seeing in a lot of Alaska where the glaciers feeding the river was fairly close. It is the glacier flour that makes it the beautiful turquoise color.
As we passed the town, the road started getting a lot narrower and much more windy. And something that gave me pause was the Armco (metal guard rail) moved in right up to the white lines on the roadway. Even more disturbing was that the Armco had been flattened by many, many vehicles rubbing along it for incredibly long stretches in the tighter curves. Driving an 8′ 6″ bus thru there was a bit of a white knuckle experience as there were lots of RV’s, cars and trucks coming in the other direction.
The rest of the drive was uneventful all the way down to the Homer Elks Club. When we got there, the rain was still coming down, so we thought it lucky to be in a motorhome instead of a trailer. If you are pulling a trailer, you have to go out in the rain to get to your house. Not so with the motorhome as you are already in there!
Later on we headed into the lodge to pay for the night and have a cocktail and maybe some dinner. Unfortunately, they only serve dinner on Fridays and we arrived on Saturday ,so we asked for recommendations. The Homer Elks Club is in the Old Town section of Homer, so there was a lot of places within waking distance. The barkeep told us about three places close by that he said were really good: AJ’s, Fat Olives, and Two Sisters Bakery. We opted for Fat Olives, but ended up driving there as it was raining pretty good when we got back outside.
We would recommend it! I had a small pizza and Kathy had a seafood plate on a bed of forbidden rice. I had never seen black rice before. My pizza was excellent and she raved about her dinner.
The next morning we packed up and headed down to the spit to camp for a couple of nights.