This is the lighthouse in Woody Point. A unique perspective, but I like it!
What to say about lighthouses that can't be felt by just looking at them? Not much really. They are a beacon, in good times and in bad. The older I get the more awe-struck I am when I think of what it must have meant to tend one, and to need one.
The Woody Point Lighthouse is just behind my cousin Arlene's house. There used to be a take-out close by called The Chicken Coup. It closed down very recently. Waaaaaaa. I think the Chicken Coup was around in the Paleozoic era, but don't quote me on that. They served the GREATEST french fries.
On the West Coast, hamburger-meat gravy on french fries is a thing. I know!! I'm not kidding!! A good thing indeed.
Back in the day french fries were served in a brown paper bag, or one of those brown cardboard 'dishes', along with a toothpick (one of those teeny, flat toothpicks, not the uber toothpicks we often use today). And they were loaded down with hamburger-meat gravy. Drooooool.
I was born in Bonne Bay but my parents moved to Western Labrador when I was four. They took me with them. I couldn't get out of it.
As a kid I spent almost every summer in Woody Point. Population 450. Heaven.
Going home to Bonne Bay was a journey of total, absolute, unadulterated glee that only a kid knows. Kinda like Christmas. We were grinning from ear to ear when we arrived, and bawling like babies when we left. Mom and Dad looked after everything and all we had to do was...have fun! Sigh.
When I arrived in Bonne Bay I felt like a star! Not because of anything I had done to make me star-worthy. Simply because of the number of times I was greeted with "Oh, you must be Ormsby's granddaughter?" or "Oh, you must be Suzie's granddaughter?" I didn't know them, but they knew me. A star. In a very nice way.
We still go to Bonne Bay every summer. There are no grandparents there to herald my arrival, but I do have relatives there still and I always look forward to seeing them. And, although there are times when I feel lonesome for those long gone, I feel mostly very blessed to have been able to experience all that love. And heralding. And french fries with hamburger-meat gravy.
Below is the Woody Point Lighthouse, at the angle that it is more traditionally photographed.
The three photos below are all of the lighthouse in Cape Spear, from different angles on different days. Cape Spear is the most easterly point in North America.
The photographs below are of three different lighthouses.
The one on the left can be seen from the East Coast Trail near Witless Bay.
In the center is the lighthouse at Cape Race. A worthwhile trip when the roads cooperate!
On the far right is the Fort Point lighthouse at Trinity. Very beautiful!
Check out NL's tourism website for a great article about local lighthouses.
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