I started the day by taking the dogs to the beach in the morning. I checked the tide table and learned that low tide was 7:00 am, so I left the campground early with most of my fellow docents and hosts still sleeping. I definitely have not slipped into the retirement routine. We had the beach to ourselves, the dogs running and enjoying themselves.
After my visit to the beach I went for my orientation. I thought I would be eased into the job. Silly me. Two hours of orientation then a couple hours at the lighthouse learning the spiel, the security stuff, and hearing stories about difficult people.
So much more than I ever thought about. As a volunteer my job is not to enforce rules, I am to remind people of the rules. And there are rules for everything. Weddings: Can be held outside (not inside) the lighthouse with a maximum of ten people. No chairs. Smoking: No smoking unless you are in your campsite, on the beach, or in a vehicle or on a bicycle. Everything is to be orderly for all to enjoy.
I listen to Pam give tours while wishing I had dressed a bit warmer. The lighthouse is only semi heated, the coast in winter is cool and damp. I got back to my trailer as the sun was setting and the rain was starting again. The dogs and I jumped into the cold unheated trailer and I immediately turn on the electric heater. I hovered over it until warmth began to spread throughout. Within 5 minutes I no longer needed to worship the heater and started straighten things up and cooking dinner.
It had been a great day, feeling the cold wind and rain, watching the waves crash, and getting to know the lighthouse.