Finding My Lighthouse.

Doing some research on Cape Cod and by looking at the cheaply made tourist maps available at any of the food joints, I was intrigued to find some info on lighthouses located all over and thought it would be a great photograph to take. Of course the rest of the crew wanted to check out the northern point as well so it was a win-win situation. We all got into the car early and drove north along the spit to do some sightseeing.

Our first stop was the Cape Cod Light which ended up being a hokey tourist trap, like most things found around here, so we moved on. We drove further north to Province Town, which was an interesting experience. Most of the day was spent there walking around downtown in awe at some of the sites along Commercial Street, and then stopping in for lunch at a place outside. Sadly all the lighthouses were too far away and after all the walking only Leanne and I were voices against returning back to the resort.

We drove towards Race Point where there was a lighthouse and a beach. The crew went down to the beach while I went to ask directions to the lighthouse. Two miles walking by sand was the answer I got from one of the local rangers. I was devastated. I went back to the beach to sit beside my friends in the sand. “You missed a seal.” They started telling me, one that came up the shore for a little bit. That would have been cool to see. The beach looked like every other beach around here; the only difference was the people around here, probably all from Province Town.

Herring Cove was the next destination and my eyes lit up with excitement when I saw a barrier of rocks with a walkway towards a lighthouse. The sun was starting to set as well, and the water around the barrier of rocks looked like glass at this time. We didn’t stop. No convenient parking spots. Devastated again. I thought there was no hope at this point as the car got on a major highway to go back to the resort. I sat in the back seat of the car quietly sulking to myself. I was thinking of that tourist trap and wondering if I should have taken a photo anyways. I confided in myself knowing that it would not have the story I wanted if I did take the picture anyways. So perhaps I was better off without a picture of a lighthouse.

While Jordan drove back I looked at one of the maps I picked up at the tourist information booth. It showed a road that went along the coast. Under closer study I noticed in the legend of the map that a few lighthouses were there too. I brought up the suggestion which actually was agreed upon after a down in the dumps day.

The road was called Nauset Drive because quite obviously it leads to Nauset Beach and Nauset Light. When we arrived we parked at the beach parking and then piled out of the car. We all split up to find a place to play cards. I went over near Nauset Light to find a good photo to take. I went around a bendy road and was face to face with it, towering over me. It was still functional with a bright white and red light periodically flashing in all directions slowly and methodically. The clouds were darkening and engulfing the setting sun, which had its rays shining brilliantly. I found a good position and held my camera up and took the picture. I wanted to capture the lighthouse with the rays shinning behind it in the photo, and also to give that towering effect.

Though probably not a perfect picture due to the lighting, I love it anyways, because truly the lighthouse was waiting all day for me to take its picture.

music to accompany the blog: Lighthouse - Everything.