We hit up that great restaurant in town a couple more times and even catch a movie at the tiny theater.
In fact, we’re driving back now from having seen a show.
Looking over at me, Willa tells me she wants to go back to the lighthouse and take some more pictures from the viewing deck.
“Maybe I’ll go tomorrow morning,” she says. “I’d like to catch the early light for a different perspective.”
I remind her, “I was going to go shopping in town in the morning, but I can change my plans.”
She smacks her knee. “Oh, that’s right. I forgot. That means you’ll need the Jeep.”
“I can just go later, or even the next day.”
She sighs. “Yeah, but we really do need some things. I don’t plan to be at the lighthouse all that long.” She pauses, then says, “You know what? I’ll just take a rideshare over and then one back. That way we’ll get both things out of the way, and we’ll have the afternoon and evening to do whatever.”
It’s true, we really are running low on some food and supplies. Plus, I’m not all that interested in seeing the lighthouse again. Once was enough for me. I’m fine with her going on her own.
So I say, “Okay, let’s do it that way.”
With that, all is settled.
The next morning, Shane leaves for the store, and I wait for my rideshare to arrive. I’m out in front of the house, dressed in white shorts, a lime-green tank top, and sneakers. The only thing I’m taking with me is my phone so I can get some nice pictures.
I only have to wait for about five minutes or so, and then my ride pulls up.
I hop in and say, “Hi.”
“Hello, miss,” the driver, an older man, says. “How are you today?”
“I’m good,” I reply. “Thank you.”
The driver is friendly, and we make some small talk along the way. He asks how I like the island, and I tell him that I love it.
I really do.
It’s going to be sad to leave.
At least Shane and I have a couple more weeks left.
When we reach the lighthouse, I get out. I make sure to leave the driver a generous tip on the app.
“Thank you,” he says.
He then adds that if he sees my return request, he’ll try to be the one to pick me up.
“That’d be great,” I say as I close the car door.
He drives off, and I walk over to the lighthouse entrance. Once again, there are no cars around, so I assume I’ll be the onlyvisitor, just like when Shane and I were here.
That’s good. I can take my time and get all the shots I want.
It’s such a bright, sunny morning that I start by taking some pics at the base of the lighthouse looking up. The azure blue sky is a perfect contrast to the bright white tower. I also snap a few photos of the ocean waves hitting the black rocks.
Finally, I go inside the structure.
I’m super careful as I make my way up the spiral staircase. The metal steps are still in disarray, maybe even more so than when Shane and I were here.
“They really need to fix these,” I mutter to myself as I head up.
