Home in HOMER...

Homer is also called The End of the Road. It is a quaint, uniquely smelling, fishing village that is intriguing and welcoming. We're happy to be home in Homer.

Oh man, we spent time at the harbor (located on the Spit). For those here, the harbor anchors Homer's history, which currently serves activities involving fishing, science, education, tourism, recreation, transportation, shipping, law enforcement, homeland security and so much more.
For me, a harbor activates wanderlust... just look at all those boats waiting to go to sea. So beautiful and romantic.

For those who are fans of the Deadliest Catch, a documentary television series which portrays the real life events aboard fishing vessels in the Bering Sea during the Alaskan crab fishing seasons, this is one of the boats featured- The Ramblin' Rose.

Every time a commercial fishing boat leaves the harbor, loved ones left standing on shore know one of two things will happen: their fishermen will return with a bright fresh seafood payload; or they will never see safe harbor again. The Seafarer's Memorial is a sad reminder of the latter.
A poem by Ryan Bundy reads, "The sea tells a story. It tells of the life it brings and the lives it claims. Its deep dark waters are home to some, a final resting place to others. The sea tells a story. It tells of the cycle of life running through its waters. Fish spawning, dying, sinking to the ocean floor, returning to the circle that engulfs all life. The sea tells a story. It tells of prosperity, yet how the prosperity can be unforgiving. Nearly everyone will experience its vastness, but some will remain there forever."
The oldest name was Anderson (1934) and the Monson Mail Boat. Tragically, the boat went down in the rollers, with a young mother and her two daughters, all of whom drowned within sight of a large group of people who had come to meet the boat to get and send mail and freight.
Life on the sea can have its happy moments and dining at Captain Pattie's was happy indeed.
Dinner was Baked Halibut, smothered in dill sauce, topped with bread crumbs and parmesan then baked to a golden brown. Wow.
Home is where you park it... and what a sweet home it is in Homer!

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Karen Booth said...

Blue skies, yellow boat -- love the colors of the day!

Cyndy Brown said...

Wow! Steve just had to open up his own business while away!!! It had to be a solemn moment reading the poem and seeing the Anderson family memorials. My Dad worked on the Great Lakes as a scientist from spring till fall and told stories of horrible storms...he even dove overboard to save one of his crew who got caught up in the research nets.

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