It is all about the river.  From the cliffs of Scout Park we see the cold, swift, emerald colored waters of the Kenai River cut wide sweeping turns across the huge Kenai flats on its way to Cook Inlet.  We catch fleeting glimpses of seals fishing the tidal waters.  It is an awesome view even on a hazy afternoon.

A tiny log cabin overlooking the Kenai houses Veronica’s café. Kent was pretty adventuresome: Thai turkey wrap on spinach tortilla and a cup of turkey kale soup.  I chose black bean soup.  Neither of us was disappointed.  Our porch rail seating included a view of the mouth of the river through wind tussled wildflowers.  Lovely.

Bou jam, traffic came to a jumbled halt along Kenai flats.  A beautiful bull caribou absorbed in his noshing seemed not to even notice all the gawkers.

A tiny Russian Orthodox Church is still a focal part of the town.  It is a reminder of how much influence Russian culture had and still has in this area.