The Wright Brothers Museum is located in Kitty Hawk, on the North Outer Bank, approximately midway of the island.
Ocracoke Island Lighthouse
(1823)
Located on the North side of Ocracoke Inlet
Ocracoke Island, Outer Banks, NC
Finding the Ocracoke Light took careful driving and watchful eyes to see the single sign leading to one of the most picturesque locations few people visit in comparison to other lights along the Northern Outer Bank of North Carolina. There was something about seeing this magical setting, of both the lighthouse and private residence, which was once the original Keeper's Quarters.
An accessible boardwalk is easy to maneuver, but careful parking must be considered on the loose gravel in front of the property if you are using a lift on a van. It was best to park our vehicle to the far left of the parking area and "cone" the necessary 8-feet for access back inside of the van. This area was smoother and allowed the lift of the van to descend completely.
A white picket fence enclosed the private residence, but the walkway allowed people to go to the end for a closer view of the lighthouse. Beyond the paved walk, there is a soft, sandy, ground path leading to an old cemetery. Unfortunately, I was unable to travel this path and could not view the history hidden a few yards away, but Alicia found it, and took the photos seen below with the digital camera.
I am not quite sure exactly why I was so captivated by what I saw and can only assume it had to do with the peacefulness of the area. The perfect cottage-type home and a lighthouse next door: The perfect setting for a person intrigued by lighthouses; A beautiful well-kept lawn, pretty flowers, and shady trees. It was an area I could have easily spent the remainder of my years with no regrets, but reality struck as we headed for the next ferry.
A ferry ride from Ocracoke Island to Cedar Island would connect us back to Highway 12 and our continuing journey. We arrived earlier than expected, and visited a terrific National Park gift shop where I purchased a puzzle of the Ocracoke setting I was so impressed by, and then sat among trees that shaded the heat, while watching a few ducks quack for food.
Concerned about getting "cabin fever" during the ride, I asked if it were possible for me to get out of the van while on the ferry. I was told the ferry contained an upper deck level, which was accessible by wheelchair, for both indoor cabin cruising and outdoor viewing. An elevator was located mid-way on the ferry, in the center of the lower deck.
Deck Hands loaded several vehicles before motioning me to drive the van aboard, strategically having me stop the vehicle at a location where the lift would open into the breeze way where the elevator was located. Deck Hands, John Robinson, AB, and "Newby" Elton Willis, the Ordinary Yeoman, with the North Carolina Ferry System made perfect accommodations for the van, (and me) during the 2 ½-hour ferry ride. This in itself was a maneuvering achievement only people with understanding and sensitivity could manipulate, with expert awareness.
The problem with access occurred after being elevated to the second deck and realizing there was a threshold too high for me to maneuver. The Deck Hands asked if I had a manual wheelchair and I quickly chirped, "Yes", then added, "But it is in the rear of the van".
Not a problem. Returning back to the van, they had me move the vehicle forward so they could unload the manual wheelchair, transfer me into it, and wheel me back to the second deck. But then, the second problem occurred when discovering the tires were flat before getting back on the elevator! While I offered the hydraulic air pump from the van, they grabbed the hand pump that was in a backpack on the wheelchair, and began pumping the tires with air.
Not only was I able to enjoy the upper deck and view the cruise from shade next to a wall, but John and Elton even assured I was safely back inside the van, and then covered the manual wheelchair before returning it to the back of the van.
This was a true case of "Never Give Up" and John and Elton just proved it while Alicia once again latched on to the camera!
It was about an hour drive from Cedar Island to Morehead City, where we would meet up with Cheryl Roberts. As soon as I was able to obtain a land line for the cell phone, I called her. Cheryl had already made reservations for us at a restaurant for dinner and as it was, I was right near the location next to the wharf. Within ten minutes, Cheryl arrived at the parking lot she instructed me to go to.
Our meeting was one of the grandest highlights of the trip. Not only did I enjoy "Soft Blue Crab" for the first time, but I also had the opportunity to learn more about the Outer Banks Lighthouse Society she and her husband founded. After exchanging thoughts, comparing notes, and spending a very enjoyable evening, we headed for the dock and attempted to have photos taken in front of the Carolina Calcutta, a ship owned by friends of theirs.
Cape Lookout Lighthouse
(1812; 1859)
Located near the tip of the Cape
Core Banks Island, Outer Banks, NC
Visited June 12th, 2004
Early in March, I contacted Rob Pasfield to arrange for a boat trip out to Core Banks Island from Harkers Island to see this magnificent light. Owned by Rob, Bob, and Ruth Pasfield, Harkers Island Fishing Center is one of the friendliest and accommodating facilities. They agreed to transfer me from the wheelchair and take the three of us to Cape Lookout after I explained my dilemma of wanting to see the light.
One of my objectives was to be able to tour the lighthouse grounds and possibly get an up-close account of this historic light on the day it would be open to the public. The lighthouse is only open four times a year, but reservations were difficult to obtain. As it worked out, Rob explained to me that it would depend on the tide as to whether or not he would be able to get me up on the pier along with the manual wheelchair, and obviously, the shoreline would be impossible. I had a quick attitude adjustment after speaking to him and decided to remain on the boat.
When we arrived at Harkers Island Fishing Center, Rob and Bob quickly came out to meet me and arrange parking for the van. They had one of the deck hands help with removing the manual wheelchair, transfer me, and get me over to the pier where the boat was docked. Without their help, it would have been an impossible task for Alicia to push the wheelchair, and I would not have seen the island, much less the lighthouse.
The boat ride was really enjoyable for me and reminiscent of years gone past so long ago of the many sails I had made in a previous life, and several trips with my son in recent years. This was, however, my first "solo" sailing on a small craft without my son with me, and it provided the encouragement for me to continue doing what I enjoyed most. When we arrived at the pier to Cape Lookout, I talked Alicia into climbing it and going to the beach to fill an empty camera film container with sand, while I fiddled with four cameras to take photos from the boat.
My sincere appreciation is extended to everyone at Harkers Island Fishing Center for making it possible for me to see this 163-foot tower painted with a "day mark", and 201 stairs to climb to reach the gallery. The lighthouse nearly took my breath away with a brilliant blue sky and clouds forming a strange pattern warning of the possibility of rain. Eventually, Alicia returned and we headed back to Harkers Island.
Bald Head Island Lighthouse
(1794; 1817)
Located on Federal Point
Bald Head Island, Cape Fear, NC
Visited June 15th, 2004
When the Captain of the Vagabond saw me sitting on the dock, he made it a point to come and visit with me, as I waited to board the people ferry at the Mainland Ferry Dock in Southport, for Bald Head Island, otherwise known as Cape Fear. Given the opportunity, I asked whether or not I would be able to see Oak Island lighthouse on the way, and he assured me I would be able to see it. I was impressed with his gentle mannerism that provided another great example of the persona of friendly people who resided along the coast, or on the outer banks of North Carolina, rather reminding me of wonderful years spent living in Hawaii, and wondering if it was simply a lifestyle people develop when near an ocean.
Indeed, I did see the Oak Island Lighthouse from the Vagabond, but what became even more exciting was approaching Bald Head Island and the lighthouse, appearing eerie from a distance. It was of small wonder the island was knick-named "Cape Fear", and I was anxious to start exploring following the short 20-minute cruise. Alicia, Duncan, and I waited patiently for a tram to ready itself and board me in the wheelchair. On this island, no gasoline vehicles are allowed except for maintenance crews, which come over on special barges. Thus, there are golf carts, trams, bicycles, wheelchairs, and foot-mobile.
The short trip to the lighthouse took only a few minutes via the tram, but I was in a hurry to locate a bathroom, so we headed to the right of the lighthouse where there was supposedly a Visitor Center and bathroom. Unfortunately, the bathroom was not accessible, but I took advantage of the area and started taking photos of the Bald Head Light, before wheeling back up the road to a gift shop next to the lighthouse.
Alicia went inside the gift shop and learned the lighthouse would not be accessible to me beyond the white fence, nor was the gift shop apparently accessible where a small fee was paid to see the lighthouse. During this time, I took advantage of peeking around a corner and discovered another bathroom when wheeling up a ramp on the side of the building. Interesting, I thought as a woman told me the bathroom was indeed accessible. Around the corner from the ramp was a small room depicting artifacts of a kitchen apparently saved from the original keeper's quarters.
Sadly, this lighthouse was one of my very favorite for the stories I had heard, and the very unique construction of the towering light. It was obvious there would be many photos taken, including slides, and video recordings. However, to my surprise, this lighthouse was only a small part of Bald Head Island, because as we left the grounds where the lighthouse stood, we opened a door to an enchanting island with wonderful people and great food.
We took the winding road back by foot, (and wheels), to the main attractions along the waterfront, then on to the beach, passing beautiful homes three and four stories tall. Residents passed and said "hello", people smiled and waved. The friendly atmosphere was nearly unbelievable, and the freshly fried shrimp we ate at dockside for lunch, was absolutely the best we had ever eaten.
While sitting on one of the marinas, my mind raced with thoughts of moving to this pleasant island, but worried how I would survive. A woman I had met earlier approached me as I was leaving some of the private docks and I asked her, "What does one do when there is a threat of a hurricane?" Surmising our conversation, we both agreed a person had to develop an attitude to live on an island possibly threatened by intense storms, and I knew it would not be wise for me to even attempt pulling up stakes regardless of the beauty, splendor, and everything else this island offered. It would however, certainly be a place I would love to someday return to, and yes, spend more time. The Vagabond left for the mainland as my eyes gazed out across the water, camera still in hand.
After we had spent several hours on the island exploring, we returned to the dock and waited for the Vagabond to return and take us back to the mainland. Leaving the island was bittersweet as I watched the water churn into white caps from the wicked engine the boat created, pulling me further away from the island.
A sail boat passed by and brought a smile within my heart. Someday I could return, perhaps rent a cabin or vacation spot.
Then it came to mind, so many other places to go, and such little time. I was not really ready to give up searching for lighthouses, and there were still so very many other places to see. Old Baldy would just have to wait for my return.
Oak Island Lighthouse
(1958)
Located on the Southeast point of island
Caswell Beach, Southport, NC
West side of mouth of Cape Fear River
Visited June 15th, 2004
After returning to Southport, Alicia and I decided to drive to Caswell Beach and attempt finding the lighthouse that was located about three miles from a bridge that connects the outer strip of coast to the mainland. Just as I half-way suspected, we were able to drive directly to the light, and David, this one is for you!
This lighthouse was located on United States Coast Guard Property in Caswell Beach on Oak Island. In other words, it was off-limits to people with a fence surrounding the property and the absence of son David made it literally impossible for me to get an up-close viewing. That is, unless a person has directions and the stamina to make the trip.
As the Captain of the Vagabond ferry pulled into dock at Bald Head Island, we passed Oak Island just as he had promised. At a distance, I could barely see the lighthouse, but we approached closer and the zoom lens offered a little help. One would have to know me to understand this was simply not enough of a view.
Facing the sun, the photo on the left does not do justice to this impressive Coast Guard Station, but it does prove we made it there, and back on the main road again heading south.
This view is facing the opposite side of the building of the photo taken above, which was not facing the sun. It was well worth the drive to view the light, all of which was dependent on Bruce Roberts who provided excellent directions.
Our journey for North Carolina was now complete, though we missed two lights, I felt satisfied with the excursion and was ready for South Carolina.
In total, there are nine lighthouses along the coast and Outer Banks of North Carolina. We captured seven of them, and missed seeing Roanoke River light which was relocated to Edenton, and the Price Creek Rear Range Light.
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South Carolina
Our journey was completed halfway, and we were ready for a few days of sand, surf, and sun, as we entered the State of South Carolina. Weather forecasts on television were not at all what we had experienced, and we were hoping for much of the same during the next few days. What was truly an amazing journey began turning into an extraordinary experience, as the wheels hit the state line from North Carolina into South Carolina.
South Myrtle Beach was a good stopping point, but would not be the same choice, if this trip were to be repeated. While there were plenty of options of things to do, it simply was not the same as North Carolina and far from what was expected. Nonetheless, we arrived on June 12th and settled in at a beachfront hotel for five nights. Retiring early, the telephone woke me with a voice asking, "Mom?" I told the party they had the wrong number, but was then informed it was my son, David, apparently wanting to know what room his wife was staying in. I gave him the information and bid him a good evening. A few moments later, a knock on my door woke me again. "Room Service" someone said. Now, I knew I had not asked for room service, but my curiosity got the best of me. I begrudgingly got up and wheeled to the door, expecting to have to call security. As I peeked through the lower keyhole, I thought, "Gosh, that kind of looks like David", and opened the door. "Do you always open your hotel door to anyone who says 'room service'?" He asked. This unexpected visitor brought a squeal of joy, for it was indeed my son, who had driven over eight hours to surprise us for one short day at the beach together.
The next morning, I was calling Alicia's room and waking everyone at 9 AM: I was ready to hit the beach - I finally had the passport to travel with my son there, and had already learned the hotel provided Big Wheels for the sand. The next hour was the longest of the entire trip as I waited impatiently for the three of them to get ready to head downstairs for the beach. A richly tanned lifeguard gladly arranged for a Big Wheel to be delivered to us at the steps of the outdoor patio. David transferred me onto the over-sized blue foam cushion of the chair, buckled the seat belt, and pushed me across the sand to an umbrella shielding two beach chairs. After a few minutes of nagging him, David agreed to wheel me down to the water, then turned the chair sideways aligning it parallel to the waves that were coming ashore fast and steady. As I laughed in delight while waves splashed upon me, David asked if I still wanted to go swimming "here!" Of course, I answered affirmatively, and he shoved the Big Wheel further into the ocean. "Had enough yet, Mom?" He asked.
"No! Get me out of this chair and put me in the water!" He looked at me, with eyes saying, "You're crazy", but told me to unbuckle my seat belt. In a flash, he picked me up out of the chair and placed me in the water. My arms moved in magical rhythm as I thought I was swimming beyond the breakers, but while the waves kept crashing on my head, it was not long before I realized I was fighting a losing battle, and had drunk a sufficient amount of ocean while useless legs bobbed behind me, and my arms lost their strength. At about the same time I realized I was getting in serious trouble, a voice called out, "Can I help you?" I looked to my right and saw a man's hand stretched out and reached for it. (Regretfully, I can't even remember what the man looked like, nor did I thank him.)
In seconds, David was asking, "Have enough yet, Mom?" as he swooped me up and carried me out of the water, plopping me down on the sand, and telling me, "Just sit here! Don't try to go crawling back in the water or doing anything stupid! I have to go get the Big Wheel!"
"Where's the Big Wheel?" I wanted to know.
"It's a quarter of a mile up the beach, Mom. I'm not carrying you back up there! Just sit here, while I go get it, and don't try getting back in the water!"
"What? You mean I swam all the way down here?" I asked in astonishment while quickly glancing at the numbered umbrellas along the beach in back of me.
"No, Mom, you didn't swim down here, you just thought you did. The current drug you down here, and you've got half the lifeguards in an uproar. I'm not going to pull you back out again, so don't go getting any ideas. I have to walk up the beach to get the chair, so just sit here until I get back! Okay?" In spite of his seriousness, I giggled, but did agree to stay put. I did feel a little foolish as I sat there waiting for him, noticing three lifeguards looking at me with buoys in their hands. I quietly fixed my eyes on the ocean in front of me as David walked off to get the chair. My legs started to spas, arms began twitching, and I fought the nerve reactions as I gently reached for the edge of the foam on the waves washing up to my knees, while thinking, "Wow, what a trip". It certainly seemed to take David a long time to get back, but it was a pacifying time because I really felt good about getting back in the ocean for the first time since 1999. What was really kind of funny is a wave turned me sideways, so I could not even see David, and I wondered if he would think I tried to move when he finally did get back with the Big Wheel.
Georgetown Light
(1801; 1867)
South tip of North Island, Entrance to Winyah Bay
Georgetown, SC
Visited June 14th, 2004
A thirty-some mile drive south took us to a small city named Georgetown via a scenic drive along Highway 17. We parked at an agreed location near the five-point intersection and waited for Captain Sandy Vermont to meet us for a tour of nature's wonders of the Georgetown waterway and lighthouse. Within minutes, he arrived pulling his boat with a truck and quickly walked up to Alicia and Duncan, while I wheeled across the parking lot toward them from a restaurant. Captain Sandy was yet another contact Bruce and Cheryl Roberts provided to us for this journey, and he was exactly as they described, "One of the best storyteller's and natural historians of the area".
We followed him about ten miles to a launching area he determined would be the best location to launch his craft for the benefit of lesser wind. After parking the van a sufficient distance from the boat launch, Duncan placed our orange construction cone next to the passenger side of the vehicle in hopes no one would block the lift, then we headed for the dock where Captain Sandy was waiting. The boat slip was easy to maneuver next to, with an accessible ramp running alongside the dock, but the problem would be getting into the boat. Captain Sandy was not a large man, and I wondered if he would have difficulty placing me in his boat, which was about three feet below the deck.
We briefly discussed the easiest method, and convinced one another it could be done. Captain Sandy hoisted me from the chair as I wrapped my good arm around his shoulder, and he stepped down into the boat, after turning his body to afford a smooth transition. This done, it was Alicia's turn to return the power wheelchair back to the van, and a first-time ride for her with a fair distance to travel, taking several minutes. I worried about her hitting her head on the van's roof or forgetting to bring the keys back. Eventually, she returned with a smile on her face, "That was fun!" She exclaimed after handing me the keys and to myself I thought, "Hmmm, now I know Alicia can handle that chair for me."
It was only natural to capture Captain Sandy within the frame of the lens as Duncan sat proudly next to him for a few moments with a brilliant smile. Then he moved to the center of the boat, in front of the Captain, to give his mom the special seat.
Captain Sandy started the engine and slowly pulled away from the dock. Quickly, we learned about the tall reeds along the shoreline, then enjoyed several Dolphins at play, following his boat. It was almost as if they knew him and gave us quite a performance.
As we approached the Georgetown Light, Captain Sandy knew the exact position to afford the best photography and patiently waited for me to use several cameras.
Then he slowly pulled away from the light he knew so much about, somberly, and with a final look across the smooth water, we left for another favorite island in the process of coming to be.
Here, as I sat inside the boat, I watched him share his knowledge with Duncan and explain the miracles of nature, while Alicia explored.
During our cruise to Georgetown Light, we enjoyed listening to Captain Sandy share his knowledge about the area and Georgetown Light. The tour was exactly what the Outer Banks Lighthouse Society said it would be, and one that can be easily accomplished, especially if using a care attendant who can transfer a person if necessary.
Amazing things were seen and learned, and probably the most amazing was the Bald Eagle who perched so perfectly still, nearly hidden in the branches of trees, but not hidden from the eyes of Captain Sandy. Most important of all was the Georgetown Light.
Captain Sandy Vermont
"Storyteller" 'n' Natural Historian
Telephone 843-527-4106
343 Ida Drive
Georgetown, SC 29440
Sullivans Island Light
(1962)
South side of Sullivans Island, North side of entrance to Charleston Harbor
Georgetown, SC
Visited June 17th, 2004
Sullivan's Island Light was yet another place that required enough curiosity to want to make the trip, and run the risk of not locating the spot, to view the light. As it was, we had the curiosity, stamina, and plain old-fashioned grit to do it, and it was indeed worth every potential wrong turn in the road. We were smart though, we stopped and asked the Fire and Rescue Department once on the island how to get to the lighthouse.
Never again will these eyes probably see one of the world's most unique lighthouses built and operated by the United States Coast Guard. Why, it doesn't even look like a lighthouse! The fascinating structure gave us an optimistic approachable viewing, my tired fingers fumbled with cameras, and Alicia steered the van while the idling engine kept it slowly moving down the road to allow for a couple of photos on this website.
Before starting on this journey, I was told I would not be able to see the two lighthouses owned and operated by the United States Coast Guard. At the time, I thought "hogwash", because early on, David had planned to go on this trip. As it was, his responsibilities at his duty station did not allow him to accompany us, and in the end, it made me just that much more determined to see the stations owned and operated by his command. This one was indeed very special.
It is not accessible to the public, but we did see a couple of lighthouse seekers on the grounds.
Morris Island Light
Following directions to the North end of James Island on Folly Beach, we suddenly ran out of road without a place to park. A fence blocked traffic to the end of the road and the first storm we were to encounter was fast approaching. Not a good idea for the half mile trek, for a view of the Morris Island Lighthouse perched in the water near the entrance to Charleston Harbor.
The lighthouse, (Old Charleston - 1767; 1876) was apparently replaced in 1962 by Sullivans Island, and the best way to have seen it would have been by boat.
This being discovered too late, due to the road being closed, I began to turn the vehicle around to head for our next destination when Alicia spotted the light on the horizon, on the right side of the photo to the left.
Weather conditions made it nearly impossible to locate the structure in the lens. Pure guess work brought forth the image seen here with a lot of editing.
Hunting Island Light
(1859; 1875)
North end of Hunting Island, South side of entrance to St. Helena Sound
Hunting Island, SC
Visited June 17th, 2004
By the time we reached Hunting Island, the weather again afforded us with a beautiful blue sky we had become so accustomed to along the coastline and Outer Banks of the Carolina's. On approach to the Hunting Island Lighthouse grounds, we were suddenly in a beautiful forest of trees, winding roads, and breathtaking scenery that folded onto a beachfront. This was a lighthouse, Bruce Roberts insisted we attempt to locate, and he was right because it turned out to be the most exciting area within our search in South Carolina located at a State Park.
Here, we found an abundance of parking, after discovering the lighthouse grounds, nearly hidden in the trees. Quick reactions of excitement gave way to capturing my first photos, but later discovered greater access.
Smooth walk ways, a white picket fence, and posted history about the buildings, made it extremely accessible and educational.
Sadly, the lighthouse was closed due to the collapse of several stairs, and waiting for repairs, but this did not prevent anyone from entering the grounds and learning about the history of Hunting Island Light, which was in itself extraordinary without volunteers or guides available. In fact, the signs with posted history provided the opportunity of a very relaxed visit sort of like going through a museum.
Possibly, the nicest thing about this area on Hunting Island was that there was a sidewalk easily traveled to the edge of the sand, where I watched the ocean for several moments while Duncan looked for seashells. Suddenly, I realized how long it had been since I had had the pleasure of just sitting quietly with my own thoughts and wonderment of the waves.
Our final destination would be Hilton Head Island where we intended to spend our last two nights before heading back to Tennessee. On arrival at the hotel, I discovered I was far more exhausted than earlier realized, and the hospitality of this hotel certainly made my stay enjoyable and an opportunity to recuperate. Ultimately, we ended up staying an extra night, just because of accessibility and realizing there were many other people there using wheelchairs while enjoying the wonderful amenities.
Haig Point Range Rear Lighthouse
(1872)
Located on the Northeast point of Daufuskie Island, Calibogue Sound
Access via Hunting Island, SC
Visited June 18th, 2004
It is only but with an excellent Skipper or Captain of a cruise boat that the ultimate excursion for lighthouses can be accomplished that are located on islands unapproachable from a road. The "Holiday" departed from Dock C at Shelter Cove Harbor, across from the Palmetto Dunes Resort, at 7 PM for a Sunset Dolphin Watch Cruise. We were no longer very interested in the dolphins, as had already had a close-up view with Captain Sandy Vermont, but we were interested in seeing Haig Point Lighthouse.
The three of us headed for Shelter Cover Harbor and boarded the cruise ship. This was to be the grand finale of the lighthouse search along South Carolina. Captain John welcomed me on board and assured I would have the best possible location to see the Haig Point Rear Range Light, right near a speaker to afford me every word he said. As we approached the Haig Head Range Rear Light, he literally stopped the ship, and then peeked around the corner at me to make sure I was ready to sail again.
His stories were interesting, and yes, ghost stories prevailed. Later, I visited with management at the hotel, and heard a funny story about this lighthouse turned Bread & Breakfast Resort, where the Captain of the Holiday wed his wife on the steps of Haigs Point Range Rear Light in 1980.
Views of tranquil surroundings and the Governors Mansion now turned into yet another Bread & Breakfast Resort, purchased but with only a single dollar many years ago, provided greater insight and education.
On the return to Shelter Cove Harbor, we enjoyed seeing the activities so plentiful and enjoyable on or near the island of Hilton Head. Of course, Harbor Town Light was in plain view because Captain John suggested I move over to the opposite side of the ship. A comical occurrence: The crew had me wait until all the passengers disembarked to allow the ship's rise of a good three inches to provide a smoother transition for me to the dock. Smart thinking.
One a final note: Harbor Town is not
really a lighthouse. It is a viewing platform privately owned and supposedly considered a private aid. I lovingly refer to it as
"The lighthouse that isn't". Indeed, it is magnificent, loved by many, and visited by thousands throughout the year. The Lefton Historic Lighthouse Collection even included it in their collection of illuminating lighthouses.
In South Carolina, there are also nine lighthouses. We missed Bloody Point Rear Range, Cape Romain (Old and New), and Hilton Head Range Rear. Looks to me like our search is not complete, so guess that means someday, I'll have to return.
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