The Lonely Lighthouse of Punta Gorda
๐๐๐น๐ ๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐ญ๐ต๐ฌ๐ณ You’re aboard the steamship, Columbia, en route to Portland. San Francisco, wherefrom you departed the day before, now seems a distant memory. It’s dark, almost pitch black, and thick fog blankets the sea. An otherwise cold night is made bearable under the gleam of a state-of-the-art lighting apparatus, the first of its …