We reluctantly left our lovely lakeside camp and headed on to Homer. The day was warm with brilliant blue skies. But as we headed towards Homer, a sea fog rolled in making it cold and dreary.

We stopped at a gas station to fill up, and that dreaded hose started leaking again. In fact it poured all over the forecourt. I ran in the tell them and a lady came out with some stuff which she scattered over the spill. Then they helped us push Rodger off the forecourt.

The leak is not the original problem, that is fixed now. There is a breather hose which now seems to leak, so Mike folded it over with zip ties to stop it leaking. We then took it to a garage who confirmed this fix should be fine.

We drove out to the Homer spit which has charming seaside huts along it. We had done lunch at a seaside restaurant. We shared some clam chowder and some deep fried halibut and chips. It was yummy.

The sea fog was making it really cold, but it was cool how the snow covered mountains poked above the fog. We booked into a beachfront camp for the night.

The wind died down and the fog cleared and it was stunning evening. We went out at 8.30 pm for tacos. I had halibut tacos and Mike had rockfish. Both were yummy!

We didn’t settle down until after midnight as it was such a nice evening watching the sun set.