My journey took me to King Cove, city, yes it has that status, on the south side of the peninsula. From here I can board the ferry to go as far as Homer, however due to the storms it is one day delayed which means one extra day for me here.
King Cove is the biggest town I’ve seen so far, it has two parts, the harbour with the Peter Pan fish processing plant and the village itself.
I was again lucky, and Peter Pan allowed me to stay in one of their bunk houses. On Sunday Brook, Zain and I took a drive around the village. No walking here much, as the bears are in close presence.
I in the evenings, I joined in the local entertainment and actually won a game of pool, it was 20 years when I last played it.
There was one thing that struck me about the place. Wherever I go people are trying to understand my role in here, I am not local, I am not a fisherman, I don’t work on the plant nor am I an observer. And I was wondering how do they know I am not one of those things. Then, it dawned on me. I do not wear these brown wellies. Everyone wears them here, in many different fashions. So I guess that’s what makes me stand out. The lack of them.
The Tustumena came on Monday afternoon, and it will be 48hours till I would disembark in Homer. The journey was interesting. I could admire the views of the south of the peninsula that Michal has paddled before me.
We briefly stopped at Sand Point, and I quickly went to see the Russian Orthodox Church, well weather beaten but still standing. The Russian Orthodox religion well represented here. On the way to the church, just by chance I met a Tina, who hosted Michal and Freya some time before. It wasn’t planned, and it was a chance encounter, the dog’s name is Charlie.
The journey continued, with much of book reading, listening to some music, and landscape watching. The boat goes every two weeks, from Homer to Dutch Harbour and back.
Eventually we reached the Homer Spit. I am hoping to stay here for a bit and maybe get some kayaking done.
