Neglected to include pictures of the alarmingly striped West Quoddy Point headlight. Was it the stripes? An astral divergence? All I can remember about this particular point in the journey is that I couldn't seem to see straight or walk straight--tripped on the doorsill, dropped maps and bumped into corners for about twenty minutes straight. I suspect poltergeists...nice lighthouse, though.
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