The fog didn't disappoint. Each morning dawned with a new shade of gray. Occasionally, light with a slight blueish hue. Other times, heavy and dense, confining and oppressive - holding captive the sense of sight as well as the images that the eye sees. Still, even as one sense is restricted, another is set free....and the soul is comforted.
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Given all that, there had been an assumption that lighthouses would reveal themselves commonly along our journey - if not by sight, then at least by sound. Turns out, "common" would be a definite exaggeration. Few and far between would be a more accurate description of lighthouse sightings. Nonetheless, "few" seldom equates to none and each observance became valued all the more.
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| Brockton Point Lighthouse sitting atop Stanley Park Seawall with Vancouver skyline beyond. |
| Guard Island Light near the entrance to the Tongass Narrows, just north of Ketchikan, Alaska |
| On left, Hiyoriyama (Weather Mountain) Lighthouse near Otaru, Japan with the morning sun lighting Sea Lion Rock on right, and the west coast of Hokkaido in background. |
| Middle Rock Light 13 at Valdez Narrows, Valdez, Alaska. |
| Woody Island Channel Buoy 6 near Kodiak, Alaska. It felt like a tight squeeze between the rocky shoals. |
The lighthouse - a contrivance that humanity got right. For how many beams have split the dark? Never knowing if any would reach the eye of a human soul, yet always believing that the soul in harms way was worth saving.

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