By land, you can only get to the Kenai Peninsula, south of Anchorage, by one route. We’d heard the Kenai gets very busy on weekends, during salmon runs, and around the Fourth of July, as this is the playground for Anchorage residents. When you consider roughly 40% of the state’s entire population lives in or near Anchorage, quite a crowd can be travelling that one skinny, winding road. Add the folks who live in other areas of the state who want to make the drive that weekend and you not only have busy highways, but long lines at fuel pumps.
If you think I’m kidding, check out the lines on Sunday, July 7, at the gas station at Glennallen, where the Richardson and Glenn Highways meet the Tok Cut-Off:
Yet another reason we spent some time in Palmer! But come Monday, July 22, we were ready to venture down the Seward Highway. Even past the busiest weekend of the year, people swarmed Beluga Point, scrambling over the rocks for a peek at the stunning views:
See any beluga whales, Bob?
Not today. But the snowy mountain peaks that lined our route made up for missing seeing the rare, white belugas.
Somewhere south of Portage we officially passed onto the Kenai Peninsula:
We passed a lot of trail heads for inviting hikes, but without lots large enough for our rig, we drove on to Seward. While I sorted out the routes we’d take, what we’d see or do in various locales, Bob hunted down information on the best places to eat. After parking the rig at the Stoney Creek RV Park, a nice hideaway spot just north of town, we hit Seward ready for some good seafood. Atmosphere matters, but only if the food is good, and the Smoke Shack had both:
A stroll along the boardwalk gave us amazing views of the small boat harbor…
…where we stopped and watched the “catch of the day” getting hung up by a charter captain:
Time to book our own boat tour!