Sunday, March 23, 2014

Driving To Alaska....Homer

I liked the little town of Homer, Alaska. It was a quiet fishing town.

Businesses along the water's edge were built on stilts. 

We saw a young moose grazing in someone's yard. 

The marina had too many boats to count. 

This one was my favorite. 

And this is the hospital where we found out that the sprained ankle that Chet had been walking on for over a week was actually a broken ankle. 


Thérèse said...

Oh charming. I would love to visit this little village one day. I am hoping Homer will stand at the same place.

Kate said...

Certainly a quiet little town and picturesque too. A broken ankle must have been pretty painful? said...

Your third photo answers the question about where moose graze. Anywhere they want.

Lowell said...

Your photos are lovely. Love most the marina shots! But Homer does look a little bleak. Kudos to the hospital, though, and its personnel for coming up with the right diagnosis.

I'm wondering how the town came to get that name. I doubt it was named for Homer Simpson. But you never know. :)

Sharon Anck said...

What a great group of photos. I don't remember if Chet had to wear a cast on his ankle or not.

Irina Rekhviashvili said...

Thank you for visiting and thank you for kind comment.
Alaska and photos are so beautiful.
And I am sorry about the ankle.

Randy said...

That is one big wooden fish.

Hilda said...

What a very charming town!

So sorry to hear about the broken ankle.