to the lighthouse: 124/365

Yesterday evening I was sitting on the deck, and every time I thought about the post, the only thing that surfaced was I don’t want to. Ultimately, I went with that. But while I was sitting there, I kept looking at the Long Point Light that is directly across the harbor from me–you can see it in the photo from yesterday--the only lighthouse of the three in Provincetown that I hadn’t gotten up close to, the lighthouse that is on the very end of Cape Cod.

Last night as I was falling asleep, it was flashing its green light that always makes me think of Gatsby, and it occurred to me that what I needed was an adventure.

So this morning at 10:30 I set off. In my backpack, two bottles of water, a ham and cheese sandwich, a beach towel, and my phone. It was warm enough for shorts and a t-shirt, along with a light jacket. It took me an hour and twenty minutes to walk there. As you will see in the slideshow, due to high tide, I had a couple of obstacles that slowed me down a bit.

I had a picnic at the foot of the lighthouse built in 1827 and got back to my cottage before the rain, around 1:50–clocking in at a little less than seven miles round trip. My mood is much improved.

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19 thoughts on “to the lighthouse: 124/365

  1. Walking and mood, walking and writing, walking in literature, ways into psychogeography, coastlines . . . Please don’t ask me at the end of the year which one was my ‘favourite’ post because each time I think ‘Oh! This is the best yet!’ I’m wrong, there’s another best one after that. I too am a walker; a new to me tradition (this will be my third year) is to walk the Pathfinder March in June – a 46 miles in a day trail which connects old RAF airfields around a small part of Cambridgeshire. (So yes, 46 miles on flat fen lands, though still challenging enough.) Most of all, I’m pleased your mood has improved. Hope you have a super week.

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    • Louise, it’s great to hear from you. Walking definitely helps me get out of my head, or out of my left brain anyway. I love the term you used–psychogeography and look forward to checking it out. For years, a friend and I hiked 23 miles once a year just to prove we could–some rolling hills but nothing major. As we got older, we had to start at dawn to finish by dusk. On the Pathfinder March, are you walking some of it in the dark?

      I was also wondering when you finish your PhD program and if any of your work was available to read.

      Thanks so much for your continued support. I appreciate it.

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  2. I’m a California girl who is moving east in a year. Your photos are so inspiring! Thank you for this tiny glimpse of gorgeous New England. I am headed to Vermont.

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