Beth's brothers were in town for a bit over a week. As predicted, several hijinks ensued. Here's the evidence:

The first stop of the trip was Homer, Alaska. Allegedly it's the halibut capital of the world, but we didn't even see one.

We camped out on the Homer spit, which is basically a 4-mile long sandbar covered head-to-toe in tacky tourist crap, which is just what you'd want if you had a really unique geological feature in a gorgeous setting. We camped on the beach next to the road and next to some rather amorous neighbors who failed to show proper vocal restraint. Bella was, needless to say, intrigued. There were eagles, seals and sea otters, though.

On the way down to Homer the weather was beautiful and we could see across Cook Inlet for some of the clearest views of Mt. Redoubt and Mt Iliamna that I've ever had. Very gorgeous.

In the AM, after a quick boot check by Beth and Ian (results: success!), we were told that we couldn't go on our planned bear-viewing and flightseeing adventure. Although this was technically the point of our trip to Homer, I'd say we did a beautiful job of transitioning to Plan B: eat a giant breakfast and then hike it off.
This was the destination of our hike: a beautiful lake at the toe of a glacier, complete with icebergs. The scenery was gorgeous and the weather was the best we've had in weeks. Unfortunately, Beth's only footwear was her Xtra-Tuffs. They're not exactly ideal for a 5-mile hike, but she's a trooper.
I just love this picture of our friend Louis with his beard and deadpan expression on the one hand, and his foofy drink in a cat mug on the other. Trying out Bloody Marys made with different flavors of vodka (bacon, salmon, pepper) was one of the main activities for the rest of the week. They were all delicious. Since I had to work while Beth and her brothers were going off on their adventures during the week, they were very good at making sure that once I got home I had one of these (or a beer or glass of wine) in hand as soon as possible.

This classy shot was taken after Ian decided to see our classiness (we were having our second bottle of Eric's-birthday-related champagne) and raise it with a pack of fake moustaches. Well played.
Ian did the better of the two Wilson boys when it came to wildlife. Here he is with a nice rainbow trout that he caught.

And here's a moose that Beth and Ian saw wandering around in a busy intersection near our house. I think Ian saw so many moose that he got bored with them. For Andrew we had to go on a special moose-finding mission after Ian had left just so he could see one. We were successful, though, and found him a big bull moose with huge velvety antlers.

Well, there you have it: a photo journal which chronicles 2 or 3 of the many many more things that happened while Beth's brothers were in town. Hope you enjoyed!