Since before the states became a union, since before Maine was itself a state, the lighthouses of Maine have been guiding seafaring souls into and out of harbors along the sometimes treacherous coastline. Often the lights were a mariner's one fighting chance against the ravages of the sea and nature's deadly storms. Whether in search of the sea's bounty or in service of merchant trades, past the beacons the ships went, bravely, their crews comforted by the thought that the lights would be there upon their return, guiding their way home.
The lights have watched the ships, the people, and our country change. They have watched as our connection to them has shifted from survivial to recreation, weathering changes in maritime technology and standing witness to their own obsolescence and demise. Yet they endure.
Portland Head Light, Matinicus, Little River, Nubble, and many others - these are their stories. Here are the tales of the lights themselves, and those of the people who called the light stations their homes. And their stories are, in turn, a journey through time.