In 2013-2014, I worked as a relief lighthouse keeper for a year on the coast of British Columbia. I traveled by boat and helicopter into these stations and stayed for a length of time. Each station is different. There was always one principal keeper and I would be there to do the duties of the assistant keeper. We each had our own house. As romantic as it sounds, we did not live in the light;) This blog chronicles some of my adventures and the history of these remote locations.
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Where the Winds Blow
Beginnings are as elusive as wispy summer clouds—impalpable, yet poignant. I can't remember the exact moment when I decided to apply to...
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When I say, I am a lighthouse keeper, most people are surprised. Unknowingly they smile. Do they still exist? How did you even think of do...
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With perfect weather yesterday, I decided to challenge myself, and go exploring. With my fearless companion, I headed out across the rocks a...
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I spoke with a couple of local women today who say that this plant is fantastic for healing wounds. It grows in shady woods, low to the gro...
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