After relocating to New Jersey, my father has generously flown me out on several occasions in order to share his new surroundings with me. One of the places that he really wanted us to experience was Barnegat Lighthouse. To be honest, I don’t remember the significance behind his desire to visit there, other than us being in the Long Beach area, but I do recall that day very clearly.
We climbed 217 steps to get to the top. It was a nerve wracking experience for me due to my distrust in stability of the winding staircase. (In reference to an old stereotypical drunken lighthouse keeper, I can’t even fathom how one would be able to accomplish that upward journey while intoxicated. It was steep and terrifying, if energy is invested towards overthinking the situation.) After a lot of gentle persuading though my own self talk, I was able to successfully reach the apex of the lighthouse. Unnecessary fear within me developed as I felt the gusty wind circulating about but I knew that I would experience regret if I missed out on the opportunity to take pictures and admire the view from the edges of the platform.
What’s truly remarkable is how liberating it can feel once your perspective changes from experiencing life full on to being behind a lens. The moment I began searching for the perfect framing, I had already forgotten how windy it was and how high off the ground we were.
Despite being distracted taking pictures, it was definitely a rare bonding moment between my father and I. Something about being somewhere around 170ish feet off the ground with just one other person around creates a lot of sentimental feelings for no rational reasoning.
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We also walked the pier. It was neat to observe the people who were fishing and boating nearby. Even though I am used to being around water with all of the lakes surrounding my home, it doesn’t compare to the enigmatic, invigorating energy of the ocean.
Barnegat Lighthouse State Park
Barnegat Light, NJ 08006