alright K, the next few days are for you. I will get you prints of anything you want, just email or call me...
When you approach the town of Louisburg, you see a burgandy train car off to your right and a clear view down the downtown. The stores are various colors and it will invite you to visit to see what surprises lay hidden in the shops. Most visitors head right down through town to check out the historical fort and it's shows. I guess that is why they chose to place the sign for the lighthouse pointing in at the town, which mean I missed the turn again and had to tour down a couple of blocks and turn around in the parking lot of the infamous playhouse to make my way back to the lighthouse road.
To get to the lighthouse, you find yourself on a narrow road not quite wide enough for two cars. When someone approaches from the other direction it requires gentle skill to navigate shoulder. The road crosses a short causeway, then twists a short distance through the far side of the fisheries. The houses are small and quaint and the boats, docks and lobster traps add the sense that you truly are at the end of the earth. On the one side of the road the houses are placed near the water so when you pass you are near or above the roof lines. The other side of the road is a steep embankment with short twisted drives that remind me of the biblical parable about the house built on stone. It truly is a unique place.
As the pavement ends you enter into the lighthouse park. The potholes rattle your kidneys as the mud covers the side of the van. Once parked I hopped out of the van and the cool ocean air gave me goosebumps.
"I'm going over there," I pointed at the rocks, from which just beyond came the deafening roar of the ocean waves crashing into the ancient shore.
"Be carefully!" she reminded me in a stern voice.
