Marshall Point Lighthouse, Cr-wikipedia
Marshall Point Lighthouse is the first, and so far, only lighthouse I have had the pleasure of seeing in person. I have a love for lighthouses because they remind me that there is always a light, no matter how dark the time in our lives.
Marshall Point Lighthouse is located in Port Clyde, Maine USA. The light itself, is not very tall; but she is beautiful none the less. My husband was an over the road truck driver at the time and I went along with him many times.
This particular time, he had a delivery in Maine and I had jokingly mentioned how great it would be to see a lighthouse while we were there. Little did I know what was in store for me!
It was mid-October and rather chilly that day. As we headed to my husband’s delivery destination, I scoured the landscape in hopes of catching a glimpse of a lighthouse, but had no luck. When we “bumped the dock” and waited for the trailer to be unloaded, my husband got out of the truck and disappeared. I didn’t think anything of it because I knew he had to go into the office to take care of paperwork. A few minutes went by when I noticed my husband talking to one of the dock workers.
When he got back into the truck and we were ready to hit the road again, I asked him if everything was okay. My only response was something that resembled a grunt and he kept his eyes on traffic, waiting for his chance to turn onto the road. You have to understand something about my hubby-when he has something up his sleeve, he gets this adorable glint in his eye and a twitchy smile. I knew by now it was pointless to ask any more questions.
We spotted a cute little roadside cafe called the “Purple Cow” in Fairfield, Maine. We stopped at the cafe and had lunch. It was very comfortable with friendly staff and hearty food. Yes, this lunch stop is relevant to the story because my husband used this as an opportunity to map out his route. I was used to this and didn’t bother paying much attention.
We hit the road again and for some reason, went in the wrong direction. When we pulled into the dirt parking area of a quaint general store and shut off the truck, I was confused. My husband asked me to get out of the truck and to bring my cell phone. As we both got out, he told me to get ready to for a little walk. We headed up this paved road about a block, when I saw the sign for Marshall Point Lighthouse. I was so shocked and touched, I actually got teary-eyed. We walked for about a mile (straight uphill), and as we got closer I could see the Atlantic Ocean through the trees. The road dead-ended at the light and keeper’s house. I was speechless. It was the most breath-taking sight I have ever laid eyes on. Now I knew what the cell phone was for: taking pictures.
I am from the plains area of Colorado and to see the Atlantic ocean and a lighthouse was a dream come true. I walked down to the water’s edge and actually stuck my toes in that icy cold water. We collected the prettiest white and purple seashells and took many pictures.
In case you are wondering what makes this a funny story, the answer is this:
My husband had asked the dock worker where the closest lighthouse was, and my husband could not really understand the worker’s thick New England accent. They had both laughed at each others’ accents and let the conversation drop there. While we were having lunch, my husband had looked at a local map and tried to find a lighthouse. He had spotted signs for Marshall Point on the street as we left the cafe. He found it almost by pure luck.
This trip remains a special memory for me because it is the first lighthouse I ever saw and the first time I saw an ocean. My husband went out of his scheduled route, just to take me to see a lighthouse.
