Yesterday was our anniversary.* We had a great time hiking, then eating at a nearby farmhouse restaurant (I had a delicious cioppino). Then we drove home and had dessert on the terrace of a favorite french pastry place, while listening to a band of old guys having a great time. Very mellow, lovely day.
It is a long way down to the lighthouse.
The equivalent of 30 stories.
Last time we were here (a decade ago?), the lens house was closed.
This time, we timed our trip accordingly.
The wait to get in was long, but the views were spectacular.
This little house is where the fuel (bird fat!)
was stored back in the gas lamp burning days.
One thousand plus prisms in 24 panels.
Amazingly gorgeous mechanics; made in France (a Fresnel lens).
And now, for the ascent.
Really, there are way more than 308 steps,
because they don't count the long ramps between flights.
But we made it!
and *poof* again.
I hope there is a beach house in my retirement.