Day 21: Anchorage - Homer

Today I slept long in the morning and began the day leisurely with a full breakfast, thorough body hygiene and so on. The campground is located at the airport, but I slept well with the ear plugs.

I chat with another camper, a Belgian, Jonas, and leave at noon. Here is a biker festival today and my planning for a two-day trip to Homer and back fits quite well.

I still misjudge the distances in miles and the ride stretches. I pass many beautiful valleys and lakes, take some photos and eventually come to the west coast of the peninsula.Very beautiful views onto gigantic mountains with snow and glaciers, but since almost everything is private land, you can not really take good pictures. Whiskey Gorch is a small gravel road down to the beach. There are also some people staying there for the night, but it is too windy for me and actually too early. So I ride into Homer - I miss my navigation system and I need some time until I find the tourist town center, which is located on a (maybe even artificial) small fjord. In between, I have dinner, very yummy. Then I continue to the east along the coast, a beautiful winding road with many great views. That's fun.

The road ends at a gravel road, which no longer counts as an official road and leads steeply down to the beach. a huge pickup drives in front of me, whose driver (Sergej) stops and let me pass, not without talking with each other. I find out that I can probably find a place for a night down there. I orient myself a bit, drive along the beach to some houses, near which I do not want to camp, therefore turning around. Sergei with his friends is still there, they offer me a beer and we start a really very interesting long conversation. The boys are all fishermen. They tell me, that today - thanks to technology - it is not as dangerous as I just read in Catherine Poulaine's book "Le Grand marin", which I got as a present from Astrid and Leo. It is also interesting that there is a very large Russian community here, that already lives here in the 4th generation, the people fled from communism at that time. The boys live here a very idiosyncratic life and despite very different views - they are all Trump supporters - our talk is frankly and open. That often strikes me here in North America. Despite different views, one is open to other points of view.

Finally, I get a recommendation for a nice campground a bit off the beach on a hill with fantastic views. Besides my gorge campground in Kazakhstan my most beautiful camping spot so far.