The final stop on the Saint Augustine nostalgia vacation, the lighthouse.

Don’t be confused by this article and think there is something super significant about this lighthouse that no other lighthouse doesn’t have. I also was still feeling the results of cheaply priced beverages from the Alligator Park so if there was some important significance, I missed it.

You arrive to grounds and you might actually be shocked with how modest the grounds are. I suppose the house of a lighthouse keeper doesn’t need to be extravagant. The porch actually had somewhat of a southern charm to it that the rest of the state of Florida is missing.

Inside there is a bunch of historic memorabilia and shit. The things that stood out to me the most were the old World War II propaganda posters. Specifically the Coast Guard posters recruiting for Spars. My girlfriend made the a positive comment on how far the Coast Guard has come as well as how far women have come after inspection of the posters. It really stuck with me and made me admire the poster as well as her personal accomplishments.

The living room was very homey as any living situation should be.

After touring the living quarters it was time for the great ascent to the top of the lighthouse. I was ill-prepared for the hike up. The thought of carrying a bucket of oil up all these flights of stairs every day sounded miserable.

Stopped for a Shaka Brah Picture.

At the top you finally get some exposure to waters along Saint Augustine. After working two years 10 floors above the city of Saint Petersburg, it was finally nice to see some Florida coastline not completely annihilated by the hand of man.

There really wasn’t much left to see in the park. A little bit of a trail that nobody was on. It was actually quite peaceful. Then we spent some time in the gift-shop before deciding it was time to head back towards Saint Petersburg. (Side note: We stopped for Mexican in Sanford, Florida. Peaceful place.)