Weekend Getaway
Steve and I drove to Homer this weekend where I showed him around the town I grew up in. Which meant that I was completely in charge of the entire weekend.
Which is just like every other weekend, only we were in Homer.
I showed him Kachemak Bay and promised to take him across the bay next summer despite his fear of angry ocean monsters that will eat him.
I showed him my dad's fishing boat, unused and unmoved for years. While Steve was taking this shot in the harbor, one of the other boat owners asked if we were looking to buy it. HA. Ha-ha. Ohhh no.
I showed him that yes, some Alaskan beaches do have sand, even if it's not the same as California sand. And Lacey showed him how to chase seagulls, because it's a very important skill to have when visiting grandma's house in Homer.
I made him bed jump for photos with me at the hotel, and that is a whole lot less dirty than you are imagining. I also made him remove and replace the cover on the outdoor hot tub for me.
I made him have dinner with my parents. At their house. With lovely lasagna. Filled with peas.
And then we drove home on roads that looked like this.
And he survived.
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I think I'm going to invite myself to Alaska for the weekend one of these days. Wait, how far away are you? Maybe a weekend is is cutting it a bit thin - ok, no need to twist my arm, a week it is then :)
You are more than welcome, Lynne, provided you don't mind sharing the couch with the dog. And she's a blanket hog.
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