
A museum now occupies the space. It is less than a ten minute tour, the best exhibit is part of an old dugout canoe. At the time the lighthouse was build, the army had to station troops in case of trouble with the natives. There were no roads and all supplies had to be brought in from twelve miles away. The area was an undrained swamp and often work could only take place a couple of weeks per year.
This is the first time I’ve been in a lighthouse. It is not for the acrophobic or claustrophobic. The other tourists in my group were definitely affected by the climb and the lack of interior space. The stairway spirals up counter-clockwise, making the descent even more hairy as the handrail is on the left side [which disorients a lot of people]. The walls are eight feet thick at the base. At first the lamp burned lard, which not only had to be hoisted up by the barrel each night, but also had to be melted before use.
While I knew lighthouses were painted different colors, I thought it was to prevent airplanes from hitting them. The pamphlet states costal lighthouses (are there any other kind) have differing paint schemes so that ships can identify them in daylight. The light does not blink, rather a rotating shield creates the illusion of carefully timed flashes.
You been good, so here is a photo of the antique cannon. If you really look close, you can see the reddish-brown tower of the lighthouse in the distance, dead center in the picture. The top of the structure is hidden by some trees to the side of Wallace’s left arm.