Hanging Around Anchor Point
Well, after a two plus week stay at The Fishing Hole Campground on Homer Spit, I finally just couldn’t take it any more, so moved about 30 miles north to the Halbut Cove Campground in Anchor Cove. I developed a real love/hate relationship with the campground on Homer Spit and in a way, really hated to leave. Waking at 4 or 5 in the morning and sitting back in the recliner having my morning coffee, while watching the sun rise, or birds and boat activity on Kachemak Bay, or the early rising fisherman trying their luck for King Salmon along the beach, made for a wonderful, peaceful morning. I also had a couple of great neighbors while I was there, people I will feel comfortable meeting up with again back down in the lower forty-eight.
But then there unfortunately were the other kind of neighbors, you know, the ten percent factor, the ten percent that cause ninety percent of all the problems anywhere when in a crowded environment. Actually, I would like to think it’s more like three to five percent, but boy, do they ever make their presence known. The campground on the Spit, like most places I have stayed in here in Alaska, has everybody right on top of one another, and most people are considerate of their neighbors, the do onto others rule. During my stay I had a sucession of thoughtless individuals who thought nothing of leaving their barking dogs confined in their rig all day while they went out on a fishing trip, or who would run their noisy generators, or their motorhome’s engine when they didn’t have a generator, and would run it for five or six hours at a time and couldn’t even abide by the quiet time rule of eleven PM.
But the most persistant problem was barking dogs. I will never understand how someone can sit at their campsite with their German Shepherd barking at everything that moves, and remember this is a packed campground with fishing activity twenty four hours a day, sit right next to their constantly barking dog, and not ever even attempt to silence it. There is no campground host or any kind of official presence in the campground, so these few inconsiderate individuals can get away with anything they happen to feel like inflicting on all the others in the campground.
Halibut Cove Campground, Anchor Point
Just look at all that wonderful space between the campsites !!!!
There are maybe 8 or 10 sites that could accomodate a large motorhome, all back-in sites, no hookups. no dump station, and the only water is a hand pump station. No dumpster for trash either. But there IS space between the sites and after Homer, that just seems so nice. I am able to get a decent, not great, internet signal here, and my over the air TV antenna picks up 10 stations. Each site is flat, has a picnic table and a fire ring. The beach is just a very short walk away, as is the Anchor Point boat launching area.
Anchor Point, The End of the Road
Anchor Point’s claim to fame is that it is the most westerly point in North America that you can drive to … the road ends here, at the beach boat launching parking lot.
As always, click on any image for a larger, sharper version.
A novel use for logging skidders.
The extreme swing of tides in Cook Inlet and the soft sand make it pretty much impossible for individuals to launch their fishing boats, so that is where these heavy duty, wide tired rigs do their thing, for a hefty fee I would imagine. And when the fish are running, they are kept quite busy. Every time I walked down there, the parking lot was full to overflowing.
There are hundreds of gulls gathered here on the beach waiting for the launchings to begin, and several eagles also ( see below ). Apparently the large wheeled skidders stir up a lot of tasty tidbits when they drive out into the water and the gulls then drop down to pick up whatever is stirred up.
Yes, that is a volcano in the background, across Cook’s Inlet.
I wonder how long the skidders survive in this nasty salt water environment.
Bald Eagles on the Beach
Today there were about fifteen bald eagles scattered up and down the beach, with the majority of them being juveniles. Don’t know if that is because this is a great place to raise youngsters or if it might be because it happens to be an easy place to scavenge, which they probably find easier than hunting their food.
The eagles have first dibs over the gulls when a fish carcass is uncovered.
Juvenile eagles seem to have no concerns about trying to scare adults off their meals as this one was doing in the image above. He came flying in and landed all but on top of an adult trying to knock the adult off it’s fish. The adult ended up standing his ground though.
Wildlife Image Collections
Because of weak intermittant internet signals in my travels the last several months, I have all but given up, for now, at least, on getting all my bird and wildlife, and landscape, images loaded on to my website, mcqallery.com. But I have been able to upload several of my bird, and some wildlife, collections to my Google + site. If you are interested in seeing my Hummingbird shots, Bald Eagles, Whooping Cranes, or any of several other collections, just click on the Google + or the Picassa logo in the box at the top of the sidebar on the righthand side of this page.
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