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We invite you to our page to share some of our experiences at Chasing Lighthouses as a Club.
If you are carrying on a love affair with America's Lighthouses, as we are, visiting a lighthouse every chance you have, or if you just like reading about Lighthouses, we hope you will enjoy our page. We hope you will enjoy learning about our Lighthouse Club, the Lighthouses we have seen and what we are doing to help with the restoration and preservation of these magnificant structures that are fading away.
We are a small group of Lighthouse lovers, whether we are visiting a lighthouse, learning the history of the lighthouses, their keepers, or maybe just collecting Harbour Lights replicas of
favorite lighthouses, we are all working for the preservation and restoration of Lighthouses.
We are Lighthouse Lovers.
Some Lighthouses are easy to find, being located in State Parks and some actually within city limits of a town or city, others are not as accessible and at times we drive to "the end of the earth" literally, to get there and most usually walking some distance on beaches, or through wooded areas, we have even climbed a few fences or two along the way and we have had to tresspass at times to get that perfect photo. One man sought strength in a shotgun aimed at us for tresspassing on his property as we made a turn around trying to get to that Lighthouse we could see, but could not get to. We have also learned to pack a backpack, stocked with a snack as well as water and insect spray and other essentials. The remote Lighthouses are the ones we remember the most when we recall what we had to do to get there. I would like to include the following poem that was written by a fellow Lighthouse Lover and one that has Chased that Lighthouse.
Jim is from Atlanta, GA. area and wrote this poem about the trials and joys of searching for a Lighthouse.
It's Younder
By Jim Rutherford
"You cannot miss it
Turn left at the sign".
But the sign you find
Is behind a pine!
We'll find it yet but
You start to ponder,
Why anyone would wave
And say "It's Yonder!"
You'd think a lighthouse
Is easy to spot
With tower so tall,
But buddy it's not!
It's behind a house
Or maybe a tree,
Shrubs and vines all weave
A dense canopy!
The road changes names
Three times to the mile.
Be leaving the State
In a little while.
The guide book was clear -
Directions precise.
But "Left" or "Hard Left"?
The forks are not nice.
You're hopelessly lost,
Then out of the blue
A bright beacon shines
Majestic and true.
You learn that the hunt
Makes the heart grow fonder
You see what they mean
When told, "It's younder!"
