New digs

It was a little later than first anticipated, but I've finally moved into the cabin I've had my eye on for a couple months. Its on the same property, so I have the same landlord and same deal, just a $50/mo increase in rent. I said, "Good deal!" Same everything, really, just Cabin A instead of B.

Interior is a little different, though. A-frame construction makes for some interesting angles. I haven't decorated yet, I think I'll put up some of my old 35mm prints and some shots from this summer's travels.

Kitchen area. I'm getting used to cooking with gas. I am quickly understanding why people prefer it to electric! Nice to have real cabinets. I have all kinds of good stuff behind those doors.

A little nocturnal illumination... those fluorescent shop-lights are a little too much. The couch came with the place. It has been called "ugly", but I am happy to have it.

The roof up here is about 6 feet probably, I don't have any trouble moving around. I'll probably rig up some kind of pole for hanging clothes up here.

1691 A. The move took only a couple carloads of stuff and shouldering a hang glider down the street and around the corner.


The shortest day of the year is almost upon us. Here is a sunrise as viewed from the roof of my building on campus. Time of day: 10:46a.

A Homer Thanksgiving

Being my first Thanksgiving away from home, I certainly wasn't about to sit around at home alone. Lucky for me, Oliver and Brittany were planning a trip down to Homer and invited me along. So Thanksgiving Day we made the 12 hour drive south to the coast to Homer, a little town on the end of the Kenai Peninsula.

Turnagain Arm. This is a little section in between Anchorage and the Kenai. Looks very different than the times I have driven it with my Dad in the summer!

This is the cabin we stayed in. Photo courtesy of Oliver, a great night shot. I forget the exact connection, but Oliver's parents lived in Alaska for a period and through their connections we were offered this cabin to stay in free of charge. We weren't exactly sure of the place when we got there, and knocked on a neighbor's door - Chuck and Julie. They told us how to find the place and we went back the next night for some drinks!

This is the end of the "spit". Homer Spit is a tiny outcropping of land that stretches about half-way across the bay. Its full of fishing charters, restaurants, shops, and the Salty Dawg Saloon.
We spent a lot of time out of the spit walking around and taking pictures. The cabin was nestled back in the hills.



Weather was certainly "variable".

Its no wonder the place is deserted in the winter. Here a place marker stakes spot in an empty RV park.

The spit also seems to be a place where ships go to die...


... or where others choose to live on a new function. (take a close look)



The clouds broke and we got a little sun. It was nice to see the ocean, too. Once we had our fill of taking pictures, Oliver enlightened me on how Norwegians have fun.


I'd say the expression on his face says it all.