Alaska's Softer Side
Call of the Wild
No Place Like Homer
The launching point for any Kachemak experience is Homer, a midsize (by Alaska standards) artsy town with one of the state’s best museums, the Pratt. I pick up an espresso at Mermaid Café and head down to the long, thin spit packed with fish-n-chips joints, bakeries, and fishing tour operators.
The sun is still shining at 10 p.m., but the chunky log cabin walls make it feel dark, cozy, Alaskan in here. I doze off under a quilt and bolt upright to my alarm set at 11:30 p.m., the time I normally have to awake for alpine climbs. Tonight, however, I take a mellow 45-minute walk out to Moosehead Point and watch my first midnight sunset. As I wait, a sea otter floats belly-up in the kelp, looking as relaxed as I feel on my perch.
My adventure de luxe continues at Tutka Bay, and I’m growing concerned that I might not recover from so much relaxation. I drop my bags in my Alaska-size log cabin. The bathroom could host a small aerobics class, and I get to choose between the main floor’s king bed or the treehouse-like loft.
(Published March 2010)