A little over a week ago, my kids and I spent a night at Pigeon Point Lighthouse hostel, on the coast of California, not far from home. We could’ve driven there and back for the day, but there’s something lovely about staying the night at a magical location and waking up to it in the early morning. Our hostel room was right by the lighthouse: if we looked out the front window, we saw the lighthouse. Out the back window were cliffs and the ocean.
I had my morning chai with this view and the sound of crashing waves.
Pigeon Point Lighthouse was built in 1871. At 115 feet, it was the tallest lighthouse on the West Coast. The hostel we stayed in was originally the lighthouse keepers quarters.
I’d love to go back there and paint again, perhaps when it’s spring , and there are migrating whales out in the ocean to spot…