I dropped Rocket off at Wuffta Kennels in Anchor Point and drove to Seward. Tomorrow I leave for a three-day saltwater trip. I'm camping at Miller's Landing and it needs description. I booked this private campground online without any knowledge of Seward. Private campgrounds, as a rule, bum me out. But this one...it is a four mile gravel road that takes you to Miller's Landing. The road is pocked. You pass the city sewer treatment plant on the way. The campground advertises "guided fishing" on their "private beach." The place is a collection of junk, uneven campsites and a bathroom that can only be described as soggy, at best. The showers cost 2 bucks a minute, but there's no way I'm going in there. I have been in Homer for the past five days and I forgot about the ugly side of camping. As I was taking my equipment out to reorganize, I witnesses a huge woman berating her kids. She said, Bud Lite at her lips, "Put down my stuff!" "That's my stuff." Indeed, stuff seemed to be her obsession. "We're trying to cook stuff for dinner, god dammit," she said.Another Bud Lite in progress. I like the state campgrounds much more than private ones. They do one thing, provide campsites. They don't try to sell you coffee, or frozen pizza as they do at Miller's Landing. It's too bad too, because this pile of shit sits out on a point overlooking an amazing bay with green peaks in the distance. There's just too much "stuff" there, for me.
Rocket gone for only a few hours and I miss him. He's a loyal traveling companion.