Several small villages of Old Believers from Russia are located in this part of the Alaskan Kenai Peninsula.
I had not heard of this group of people until I traveled to this part of the country. I first learned of them when I saw this fabric shop and entered it looking for local yarn.
Instead, I found a place that sold polyester fabric and a few items hand knit from synthetic yarn. I also learned more about the Russian immigrants that have settled this area.
Later, I saw the blurb in area tourist guide about the villages of Voznesenka, Razdolna, Kachemak Selo, and the largest and first one in the area Nikolaevsk.
I finally rented a car through Turo (which happened to also belong to the daughter of the owners of my AirBnB) and take a tour of these villages.
Unfortunately, it started raining in the middle of the night and steadily continued throughout the next day.
I had scheduled myself to be on the road at 8 AM and undaunted continued with my plans.

And I Thought a Bad Day to Rent a Car This Family Chose a Trail Ride
The Old Believers are committed to maintaining their religious values and live in remote communities. From what I have been observing around the area, their cultural values predominantly mean the women maintain 1950s Russian-style dress and lifestyle while the men accept modern dress and behavior except when they go to church and on special occasions or festivals. Unlike the Amish, they accept all technologic and and commercial conveniences.
My readings inform me they broke away from the Russian Orthodox Church in the 17th century for such important theological reasons as how many fingers one should use when making the sign of the cross, how to spell the name of Jesus in Russian, and how many Hallelujah choruses should be sung during mass. For these differences they faced purges by the Tsar and moved to ever more remote locations.
By the 1960s some emigrated to Eastern Oregon and eventually to Alaska. Apparently their religious beliefs and persecution continued throughout the Communist regimes.

Not Sure If This Is My Type of Village
It appears that a lot of them are Drumpf supporters today.
I sure find that strange. Obviously, they listen to only what he says he thinks and not how he actually does.
Regardless, their villages are still remote and the newer ones are even more remote than those of the 20th century.
I traveled about 30 miles on rain-soaked gravel roads.
The Google Maps lady told me to continue straight down this road and in 1 mile turn right.

Should I Drive Down Here
Had I not turned right on the hairpin curve, I would have driven straight into this.

View to Where I Wanted to Drive
Three hairpin curves later, those folks had been savvy enough to build a turn around. One would need all five fingers of both hands to continue down this road. One would not be able to make the sign of the cross with even one finger!

I Think I'd Better Turn Around Here
I stopped along the road. A babushka-clad woman in a little old Range Rover suddenly appeared beside me.
"I wanted to go to the end of the world," I said, "but I think I should stop."
"I know you should stop," she replied, "it only gets steeper and more curved after this."

I've Come from Here
I decided I would miss Kachemak Selo.

A Cemetery I Could Not Enter
Fifty miles back and forth on the same muddy but less steep roads, I decided there probably wasn't much to see in Razdolna and Voznesenka either. I did pass the signs pointing up or down muddy roads that led to their water works or schools, but decided I could skip those.
It did seem worthwhile,however, to get back on the Sterling Highway which is the main road in this part of the Peninsula and visit Nikolaevsk. After all, they have a post office.

At the Corner of Nikolaevsk and Nikolaevsk

Perhaps a Place to Get a Piece of Pie

Village Road
More importantly, not far from the corner of Nikolaevsk Road and Nikolaevsk Street, you will find
Nina's Samovar Cafe and Gift Shop and Cafe. 
Nina's Gift Shop and Cafe
If you ever get to this part of the world, you must visit Nina's Samovar Gift Shop and Cafe!
The neon sign flashed OPEN, but the paved parking lot was blocked off. After trudging through the rain and the muddy parking lot, I saw the padlock on the door. But just as I turned to walk back to my car, a car with honking horn pulled up beside me and out hopped Nina.

Sit a While at Nina's After You Wipe Your Feet

Abundance of Souvenirs Available
A couple of hours later found me finally leaving, but not after I had spent $45 on borscht, piroshki, dessert and Russian tea.
And buying $55 worth of homemade dandelion and blueberry jam and books that I was assured would go to help feed children and build the new St Nicholas church there in the village.
If you clicked on the link above to watch the YouTube video, you can picture how I spent my afternoon with Nina.
She was even busier with me because she packed up all my food To Go. I just hope she has a Costco account to provide her with styrofoam and shrink wrap.
I do know she is married to one of many children of the man who originally settled this community.
Nina wanted to make sure I had plenty of remembrances of her faith, her village, and her shop. I was directed to take photos (but only after she had donned her tiara and packaged all my food.

Now Nina Allows Her Photo to Be Taken

Nina Poses

Here Take Photos Nina Instructs

Photo of This

You Want Photo of This

Fireweed Tea Cures

And Now Photo of This

And Photo of This

Paula Is Posed
Nina told me to feel free to visit and enter the church.

Saint Nicholas Church

My Rental Car in St N Parking Lot

Hand-Painted Icons

Current St N

Where to Ring the Bells During Services

Under Construction

Hope My $$ Donation Helps Raise the Dome
Fortunately, she directed me to the cemetery where her father-in-law and mother are buried and where to stand to get the best photo.

Nina Told Me to Visit the Cemetery

She Was Right I Could Get a Good View of the City
This was a day well-spent despite the rain and it ended with a good Russian meal and history reading.

Ready to Eat My Dinner from Nina

And Read the History of the Old Believers