We do our best to get outside for a walk every day, and one of our favorite neighborhood destinations is the Pratt Museum Trail. Or as Little B calls it, “the woods.” (The museum itself is still on our list of things to check out; we’ve heard great things but just haven’t made it yet.) If given the choice between the park or the woods, she usually chooses the woods. Mama doesn’t mind one bit.
This is Part 2 of a two-part post on real estate shopping in Homer. If you missed Part 1, check it out here. Again, take these observations for whatever they’re worth to you. No refunds.
If there’s one thing you better be comfortable with as a Homer resident, it’s water. The bay is a source of employment, recreation, and sustenance. Our close proximity to the ocean means we see plenty of water falling from the sky. On the ground creeks, streams, and wetlands abound. The latter became particularly significant in our real estate search. Homer and the surrounding area contains a lot of glacial moraine. The soil has some organic material on top, and then silt beneath. When rainfall hits the top layer it’s absorbed and starts filtering down until it hits the silt, which severely impedes the water’s flow. This means the soil doesn’t drain well, and after the top few inches become saturated you get standing water or very sloppy/spongy vegetation. Nearly every piece of property we examined had some wetlands. Creeks, streams, small areas of flowing water, and spongy ground are all very, very common. Unlike the great plains in the center of the US, Homer’s anything but flat. Set between mountains to the north and an ocean to the south, water is continually making its way to the sea and much of it does so above ground.
Today’s post comes from the archives, courtesy of our recent photo organizational efforts. Back in July of this year, we moved up to Homer. At the time Little B was just over a year old, we knew Mama B was pregnant with number two, and the prospect of the family making a 60 hour drive (assuming no breakdowns) sounded miserable for everyone. So Mama B and Little B flew, and I drove. Thankfully, I have two great friends who were willing to drive with me. When the request was made, I thought I might need to sweeten the pot a bit and offered a guided fishing trip if we made the journey successfully. Little did I know we would be turning down other wannabe drivers and the guys would’ve said yes in a heartbeat even without the prospect of a free day of fishing. Live and learn.
We (ok, I) really wanted to get out on the ocean for some halibut and salmon, but I didn’t make any reservations. Having never driven the Alcan, I didn’t want to commit money to a fishing excursion before reaching Alaska. Even with a buffer, unforeseen delays were a very legitimate possibility. I didn’t want to lose my own money or take a booking away from a captain that may not have been able to refill it. Once we made it to Anchorage, I hit the phone. I called anyone and everyone I could find in Homer, Anchor Point, Ninilchik, Kenai, Soldotna. I even called around in Seward. Nothing on the ocean for the following day. But in Kenai/Soldotna, there were plenty of options to get on the Kenai River. So that’s what we booked.
We arrived in Homer the afternoon before our day on the Kenai and quickly unloaded everything from the bus. The house was one pile of boxes after another. Boxes boxes, everywhere. After a bite to eat in town, we tucked in for the night. I enjoyed the comfort of a futon, but the guys slept (uncomfortably, I imagine) on couch cushions in the living room. After breakfast at Duncan House, we drove up to Soldotna. It’s probably worth noting here that Mama B had not arrived yet; she was due to arrive in Anchorage that day and would be picking up our vehicle which had been shipped. The three stooges were rolling around town in our 40′ bus/RV, now empty except for 2 rows of seats up front. This bus:
This post is probably going to be about the least exciting post on our blog. (Way to sell it, I know.) But this is a bit of insight into my crazy mind, so I thought I’d share.
A few months ago on an otherwise uneventful trip to the library, I had my pick of parking spots in the lot. As I pulled in, I couldn’t help but realize the handicapped parking situation. First, here’s what we’re dealing with.