We were going to climb to the very top. 207 steps in total. 207 steps of which, I can only imagine, were going to be hot, airless, and claustrophobic. We were in the middle of a heatwave after all and I felt like someone had wrapped a wet towel around my face just standing on shore and looking at Cape Lookout Lighthouse from across the water: a small black and white checkered beacon, mirage-like, shimmering in the heat. Read more...