Lighthouses always conjure so many feelings, that typically evolve as one peels back the layers of time. There is the initial admiration of both the classic and comforting structure, and the unhewn, jutting beauty of where it is located. Then comes the appreciation of its original purpose, providing guidance for captains, and the infrastructure needed to support that mission. But the final realization is grim, almost macabre. There almost inevitably had to be significant loss of life at this very spot to warrant the construction at all. The full spectrum of emotions makes places such as this close to religious, worthy of awe.
|The Owls Head General Store, according to the Food Channel, has the best hamburgers in Maine.|
|Owls Head also has a very pretty working harbor.|