A visit to the Cape May Lighthouse

Diarist Familjen took their semi-annual day trip down to Cape May during the past Memorial Day Weekend.  Women were keen on exploring the shoe shopping opportunities afforded by Washington Street.  However when we arrived the public parking lot was chock-a-block full.  This gave your fast thinking old diarist the "out" he was looking for; I dropped them off in the middle of Collier's liquor store parking lot--within walking distance for their shopping safari and then headed down Sunset Blvd. to Cape May Point.  My objective: to take in the views from the top of the Cape May lighthouse.  Care to join me?

The lighthouse, while still maintained by the Coast Guard as an aid to navigation is now owned by the state of New Jersey and is part of a state park.  In turn, the state leases the lighthouse to MAC (Mid-Atlantic Center for the Arts & Humanities).  MAC gets to use the lighthouse for various functions, sell admission tickets, etc. and in turn is responsible for the restoration and upkeep of the structure.  OK, like many good relationships, this one is a little bit complicated...

You know you're in a state park if Smokey the Bear is on duty.

Shoes-Schmoes, this is more like it.  This tower is the third one on this site and it dates to 1859.  The first two, built in 1823 and 1847 were lost to erosion by the ever hungry sea.  The current tower is 157 feet 6 inches tall.

This is the "Oil House".  Back when the lighthouse used oil for the beacon the supplies were kept here.  Now this little building is used to orient visitors.  "Orientation" apparently consists of selling knick-knacks to visiting tourists.  You buy your ticket in the actual lighthouse.

There's 217 steps but who's counting?

The view through this port hole gives a sense of the thickness of the walls as one ascends to the top.

Zooming in on the Cape May-Lewes ferry from one of the port holes.  I blogged about the CM-L ferry in an earlier post.

We're getting near the top.  These stone brackets are flush on the inside of the tower but extend about 5 feet on the outside to support the balcony or "watch gallery" in lighthouse-speak.  You can see them in the photo of the lighthouse earlier in this post.  They're the grey supports just beneath the red platform which forms the watch gallery deck.

Only a few more bloody steps to go until we get to the lantern deck.  Many small children raced by your diarist as he climbed the spiral staircase.  What's the rush?

No more oil lamps.  The current beacon consists of these two 1000 watts lamps. The light is visible for 24 miles.  The beacon rotates every 30 seconds which causes the beam to flash at 15 second intervals.  The original oil beacon had a first order Fresnel lens.

These weird looking cones were all along the outside of the watch gallery.  I had to ask...

They turned out to be ventilators.  This is one viewed from inside the lantern deck.

The thumb screw opens them.  You can see the drain hole in the bottom.  That way rain doesn't accumulate in the vents.  Clever chaps those lighthouse builders.

Here is a view looking north from the watch gallery. One can see the town of Cape May in the upper right. 

This is another one of those World War II fire control towers.  There are several more on the Delaware side of Delaware Bay (I mentioned the Delaware ones in the earlier post about the Cape May-Lewes ferry; see link above).

Twenty five years ago I dug an old Moth Boat, buried in sand, out from under the raised side porch of one of those houses down there.  I can no longer remember which house or the name of the family who sold me the boat.  She was a good boat though and she's still sailing down in Charleston, South Carolina.

The large red roofed building is the old Shoreham Hotel.  It is now St. Mary-by-the-Sea, a retreat for nuns of the Sisters of St. Joseph.  You can read a short history here.  I was told that very few nuns come any more.  For access to beach front property like this I might consider becoming a nun myself.

Back down on the ground I decided to take a peek at the beach.  This state park beach is open for sun bathing and fishing but not for swimming.  The tides and currents at the point are too strong.  It must be a terrible temptation for kids.

Also on the beach at the point is this old bunker from World War II.  Remember the fire control tower?  It directed the cannons which were part of this bunker.  I was all set to explore this when my mobile rang.  It was diaristwoman.  She informed me that money had been satisfactorily spent and that women wanted to be picked up.  And so, dear reader we'll have to explore the bunker on another occasion.

Cape May

Cape May is the southern most tip of the state of New Jersey.  This particular piece of property was "discovered" by a Dutch captain named Coenelius Mey in 1611.  Cape May is located at a point where the Atlantic Ocean meets Delaware Bay and is an interesting place to visit because of the many well preserved homes as well as the beach.  Additionally, Cape May is well known as a good birder's spot along the Atlantic fly-way for watching migratory birds.  We usually visit Cape May several time a year.  It's roughly an hour's drive south of Brigantine.

Enough about birds; what my female travelers want is shopping and Washington Street, a pedestrian Street, offers plenty of that.

We parked our car in the municipal parking lot behind the liquor store, fed the meter and headed straight for Washington St.

First stop is always "Swede Things", a small shop that specializes in Nordic linens and knick-knacks.  My bride already has several of every item (bought back in the old country for less money that the prices here) that the shop offers but she still likes to look.  Must be the "gatherer" instinct.  I have no idea who this couple is, but no doubt she has the gatherer gene as well...

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Need I say more?  OK, I like to browse there too, but it would be  way more fun if they had Swedish beers or something besides lace and little Jul Tomtar.

 

Two things you can always count on at a beach town are shops selling candy and t-shirts.  Cape May does not defy one's expectations.

Fralinger's has not quite let go of Christmas yet.  They go way back in the salt water taffy business.

Sea Air and Sunshine sealed in every box.

The price is right but I don't need any more hoodies.

Casale's shoes--another "must stop" location for my bride.

But enough of merchandising.  The other thing that Cape May is known for is it's collection of "painted ladies"; old Victorian era homes that now are for the most part Bed and Breakfast joints.

What is it that appeals to the female mind about a B 'n B?  Is it the fancy beds and linens?  Is it the fact that the place is "just so" but they didn't have to make it that way?  What, already?  Oy! It gives me the Heebie-Jeebies!  I mean, I could see it if it was part of a Lionel train lay out...

Ok, Ok, I get it--it's the architectural stuff

Like the "snickar glädje" on this house.  But SOMEBODY has to paint all this stuff!

There are lots of fancy signs in Cape May.

I've often wondered where Betsy Ross went for vacation.  Now I know.

An interesting house on Jackson Street

Zooming in on the details.  I like the iron work around the widow's walk on the roof.

I've just touched on the surface of the interesting buildings in the old part of Cape May.  We'll visit again went the weather warms. But now I must start packing for Gulfport.