There is a curious love affair we have with the lighthouse. I think for me, it’s that fantasy of being the Keeper. It’s one thing to dream of an era when technology offered very little in the area of creature-comforts. It’s another to imagine the isolation. A double-edge sword. One day, your friend — the next day, your enemy. Fighting the ill effects of cabin fever, you diligently carry a can of oil up the stairs to the lantern.
We are a pinch north of Traverse City, at the tip of Old Mission Peninsula. Way off the beaten path, this destination is accompanied by one of the most picturesque drives in Michigan! It is a worthy visit any time of the year. Yet it probably goes without saying, the best timing is during the explosion of autumn colors.
And while you’re there, if you happen to see a passing freighter, imagine a century ago that you are the lighthouse keeper. Your beacon is burning bright, fully aware of your brothers at sea and the shared isolation they love and hate. And then a small chuckle escapes, “heh heh. At least I’m not going stir crazy,” you say to the mermaid sitting on the rocks.