Homer Alaska

We intended on a long Memorial Day weekend spent camping in the Homer Spit. But due to the cold, the first time camping with babies, the wind that would blow our tent into the Kachemak Bay, we stayed one night and the stooped at every cool looking campground between Homer and Anchorage keeping notes of the ones we want to visit.
I don't know how to effectively tent camp with babies and make sure they (and me) stay warm enough at night. Mike, Ben and Adeline slept wonderfully. Morgan and I didn't. The unending daylight that lasted well past 11 pm didn't help matters.
We camped with our neighbors, and honestly, I was thankful they were there. Great company, good Alaska advice, and they've got young'ins too, so Adeline had a much needed playmate.
On our way out onto the Spit (a long sandbar) we passed dozens of sea otters just floating in the ocean, and a bunch of bald eagles. I've never seen bald eagles this close before, nor have I actually heard their call. It was beyond super neat. In the morning you could see boat after boat heading out to catch fish, and listen to the waves crashing on the rocky beach. The Spit is dotted with tourist-y knick-knack shops selling everything from beads, art, coffee, and even The Deadliest Catch gear. It was cute. I wish we could have stayed longer, but it gives us an excuse to go back. Maybe stay outside of the city in Anchor Point or Clam Gulch and drive in to sightsee.