Cape Hatteras Lighthouse

You can take the septic tank man away from the septic tank business, but you can’t take the septic tank out of the septic tank man.  Or something like that.  Alright, so maybe that sentence doesn’t make complete sense, but just go with the spirit of my meaning and not get hung up on the technicalities of sentence structure, okay?

So last week, we visited the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse, ostensibly to see the oldest lighthouse in North Carolina and the second oldest in the nation.  The Hatteras Lighthouse is beautiful, very old and somebody has spent a lot of money to move it back away from an erroding coastline and to restore it for many generations to appreciate.

While many lighthouse visitors wandered in and out of the museum, climbed up and down the lighthouse, stood at the top of the lighthouse and viewed the view of long dead lighthouse keepers of previous centuries or snapped picture after picture of this grand old lighthouse, my husband gets distracted by the . . . . . . . .by the . . . . . er . . uh. . . .(Wait a minute, I’ll be right back.  I’ve got to go ask Sid a quick question.)

Okay, I’m back.  As I was saying, my husband gets distracted by the septic tank drainfield.  He could be looking up, admiring the view of this beautiful piece of our country’s history, but he is looking at the ground, studying the septic tank drainfield.

Then we wander back behind the museum, because of course, we have to see the . . . . . the . . . . . . . .ummm . . . (I’ll be right back) . . . . .we have to see the septic tank and the pump tank.

Sid also spies the alarm box mounted against the wall.  Notice that there are no other visitors surveying the drainfield in the front of the museum, nor are there any studying the septic tanks behind the museum.

We did finally make it inside the museum to see the exhibit.  We didn’t get inside the lighthouse however.  It was temporarily closed (while we were studying the wastewater system) because the man whose job it is to listen for thunder heard thunder.  And everybody had to wait for this man to not hear thunder for 30 minutes or so, and then he had to confer with the man whose job it was to study the minute-by-minute weather changes and patterns. 

Then I had to run to the bathroom, and I was so thankful that some unknown and largely unappreciated septic tank man had done his job and given me a place to . . . . . . . . . . um, well, you know. 

By the way, I did take some other pictures while visiting the lighthouse.  Here are a few of my favorites.

Look at this sweet family!  Don’t the girls look sweet-tempered and the boys long-suffering?

Ahhhh, there’s a better attitude, girls!  The boys still look long-suffering.

Four little monkeys hanging in a tree

Sid and the boys went back to the lighthouse later and climbed to the top.  I didn’t mind missing out on the excitement since I got a quiet nap instead.

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