I visited the Bodie Lighthouse Thursday on my trip and climbed to the top. The equivalent of climbing a ten story building, the staircase is dizzying. My hands were shaking as I walked up those spiraling stairs. But when I got to the top, it took my breath away. I love heights, I love the view. I loved viewing the ocean. I love viewing the Oregon Inlet. It just makes you feel so small but significant all at the same time. But that lighthouse, I think this one might be my favorite.
As the park rangers discussed the history, I mentally dubbed it the swamp castle of lighthouses. (Look up Monty Python’s The Holy Grail). The first one, built in 1847 was abandoned due to a faulty foundation. In 1861, the Confederates blew it up at at the start of the Civil War. The third one, built in 1871 and finished in 1872, still stands. I considered a metaphor to my current life.
It takes a few tries to get it right.
I’ll figure it out. I listened to park rangers talk about what it takes to work at historic monuments, thinking to myself that I could totally see myself doing this. I’ve put on my to do list to look at working for the federal government. I’ve visited some amazing local bars and restaurants in the Outer Banks, and resolved, if I stay in the industry, I eventually want to work at a bar near the beach as my dream job as a manager/bartender. I’ve applied to a local mom and pop place in the 757 on a whim. I took the time also on to visit Roanoke Island and Manteo for the first time ever. I talked to an historic interpreter and learned he also had an English degree and had been doing that line of work for 20 years. Another door. I also had a really good conversation about conspiracy theories about the lost Roanoke Island colony. I could see myself doing that as well.
What was a drunk purchase on a whim back in February turned into a wonderful experience. My only regret? That the surf was down and I wasn’t able to take advantage of being so close to the beach. I’m glad I came here.