For all the stores we went to, we only bought a few small things at the lighthouse museum...oh...and we happily carried a model sailboat out of an antique shop (with a 2' mast). She's beautiful, and desperately in need of a name--and we purchased her on the blind faith that she would fit in the Mustang along with
all the other stuff already in there. She did. Eventually. After an exciting adventure packing our loot into the car (poor River) we sat and waited for our turn to get on the ferry.

Leaving the harbor at Rockland we saw the harbor's lighthouse, which is at the end of a mile(?) long man-made causeway. Long walk.
The ferry took us to the island of Northhaven--
summer population 1000, winter population 350. That is like taking our alma mater and marooning it on an island.

A man who moonlights as a Boston U professor (but spends the bulk of his time living on this island) met us at the dock (knowing immediately who we were, because he'd never seen us before) and tossed our gear into his little orange motor boat.
We stopped at the island's one grocery store for supplies, then piled into the little motor boat and set off to I-wasn't-sure-where. But I had my suspicions, based on something Boston U had said when we landed.

Little did I know that Nick had earlier that morning pointed to the precise spot we were going to spend the next two nights.

Yes, he's pointing to a little light.
This one:
Goose Rocks Lighthouse
Yes, we motored right up to it, stepped from the bobbing boat and climbed up the metal ladder and through the hatch to the deck.

And we proceeded to spend two nights there.
Nick grilled steaks and mixed an olive oil dip for our scrumptious fresh bread and we ate dinner by lamp light.
Proof we were in a lighthouse, this is us and the light itself!
This is the tail end of the "bit of a blow" we had while we were there. The storm hit after sunset the first night, and cleared up by mid afternoon the following day. How romantic is that? A storm at sea in a lighthouse!

We had a lovely time at our breathtaking and rustic spot off the coast of Maine. Yes, seriously. Nick did a good job.
On the ferry back a random fisherman type popped into the passenger section of the ferry (which we had all to ourselves) and said "So you're the honeymooners? Did you enjoy the lighthouse? My grandfather was stuck there once for 18 days!"
Ahhhh, Maine.
-The Lady