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On our way out of Seward we stopped by the Exit Glacier<\/a>. This required a walk up a paved path and hiking up a few rocky passages. Black and brown bears are frequently seen in the area, but not by us. <\/p>\n

There go Ren, Jessica and Adam now:<\/p>\n

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One of our views along the way to the glacier:<\/p>\n

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Our second glacier in two days. Ho-hum. <\/p>\n

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Did you see that carve out? Ren has a great shot from there that will figure into our Christmas card plans. <\/p>\n

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The glacier was, get this, cold. I chipped away a few handfuls of clean ice. It tasted like 100,000 year-old water. <\/p>\n

Here’s a view from the receding glacier, looking back across the valley. She’s posing:<\/p>\n

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After the glacier, we backtracked up the peninsula and then turned toward Homer. We stayed on the spit itself, a little strip of land surrounded by water that could be swallowed up by an imaginative breeze. Our rooms are at the very edge of the land, having nicked a part of the town and then driven through this funky little stretch of tourists, hippies and campers. Homer was originally a coal town. Now you can put a tent up on the beach, or stagger around buying local crafts as you wander away from your RV.<\/p>\n

We were hungry, and stumbled around looking for food at the wrong time of day in a village where no one wants to make money after 8 p.m. So we had a midday snack of fish and chips. We enjoyed the view, and tried to figure out why this guy carried two pairs of shoes down to the shoreline for no reason.<\/p>\n

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We were sitting in this little restaurant plotting our next move when we noticed a bald eagle flying by: <\/p>\n

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And then she came back. And again and again. We realized she was on a hunting pattern, pulling fish from the sea for her eaglets tucked away in a nearby cellphone tower. We stayed and took pictures. <\/p>\n

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Now, I know a bald eagle personally, but it isn’t every day that I get to see one fly in the wild, so I’m sharing almost every decent shot I have. After another lap or two I resolved to get in the flight path. There is one in here where the eagle is looking right at me. <\/p>\n

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No doubt she’s thinking “If I were big enough, I’d eat you.”<\/p>\n

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On our way out of Seward we stopped by the Exit Glacier. This required a walk up a paved path and hiking up a few rocky passages. Black and brown bears are frequently seen in the area, but not by us. There go Ren, Jessica and Adam now: One of our views along the way […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[19,59,22,10,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-573886365","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-adventures","category-alaska","category-friends","category-photo","category-weekend"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/573886365","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=573886365"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/573886365\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":573886435,"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/573886365\/revisions\/573886435"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=573886365"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=573886365"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=573886365"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}