Seldovia

Seldovia, popluation 286, rests on the south shore of Kachemak Bay, across from Homer on the Kenai Peninsula.  Because there are no roads that go into Seldovia, the only way to get there is by boat or plane.

Curious about the town, particularly since we had met several who spoke highly of it, David, Rox, and I hopped the Kachemak Voyager passenger ferry with plans to spend the night.

Of course, the rain continues.  Anchorage just set a record of the most days with consecutive rainfall.  As of now, they are 49 days and counting.

Undaunted by the grey skies, we boarded with high hopes of another adventure.  The ticket center suggested that Rox wear her service dog jacket to give her the special privilege of riding on deck with us.  It was Rox's first boat ride... she did spectacularly well (of course!).

During the trip over, the ferry cruised by Gull Island, a large rock outcropping that is home to over 20,000 nesting birds.  The island seemed under siege from so many birds.  Every nook and cranny was crammed with birds and their nests.  Birds floated on the ocean below the island, they flew above it, and they squawked while on it.  We saw tons of gulls, cormorants, lots of "Alaska penguins," and a few puffins.

We arrived at Seldovia in early afternoon.  We rented a cottage for the night, and the owner was kind enoug to pick us up in the misty rain.  Our room wasn't quite ready, so she showed us a bit of the town and the community campground.  On the tour, we spied a small black bear.

The remainder of the afternoon, we walked all over town.  Seldovia has only thirteen miles of roads.  Only the main drag is paved.  Much of the original town was destroyed in the 1964 earthquake.  We walked what remained of the original boardwalk, admiring the lovely gardens, then headed across town to the beach.

Late in the afternoon, we walked back to the marina to take photos of the resident otter.  We had a scrumptious dinner of fresh halibut at the Mad Fish Restaurant.  With the ferry trip, so much walking, and full tummies, we slept better that night than we had in days.

We awoke to more rain and decided to take the noon ferry back to Homer rather than waiting until five.  On our way back, I was able to shoot a photo of a mother otter with a baby on her tummy.  It isn't the best shot, but I was delighted to have it.

We arrived back at Homer and decided to drive on to Hatcher Pass before we head back to Denali.

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