Not that it was anything dramatic or anything, but whew, the election has ended and we can now return to…
Now is the time when Homer hovers in that ambiguous time of summer/not summer. OK, technically fall started last week…
The manic work going on at the Lake Street reconstruction project brought a taste of Los Angeles traffic to Homer…
The Burning Basket has been transformed into heat and light. In fields around town, sandhill cranes gather for their migration….
In some parts of the country, workers celebrate Monday as Labor Day. Here at Latitude 59 degrees and some change,…
The fireweed might be going to fluff, but we still have a few more weeks of warmth and sunshine to…
The fireweed has bloomed to its tips and the petals have slowly started to peel away. This morning dew appeared…
It might be somewhat damp these days, eh? Seasoned Homerites know that the rain always come before school starts so…
A friend calls the end of the tourist season “Augusts,” as in “Oh boy, it’s been a long day. There…
Admit it, Betster persons. You’re kinda glad it rained this week. We Alaskans just can’t take hot temperatures. Last week…
Just because August starts Sunday doesn’t mean summer has ended yet. There’s still lots to do, like these best bets:
Up at Chez Betster in the hinterlands of Homer, it’s been cold dark 30 the best week — so chilly…
The weather may be scattered with some rain this weekend, but the sun should come out on Sunday, bringing fun…
