The continuing stories of a British family exiled (by choice) in the US and finding themselves in southern Maine.
Tuesday, September 22, 2020
Day 13.256: Two Lights, plotting a miss
As Exile #2 mentioned, we had a Sunday morning visit at Two Lights State Park. We usually go there when we want to watch the waves from a safe distance, but this time we went to explore the relatively modest network of trails. We found our way through the woods to the observation tower - a rather brutalist concrete structure dating from late in WW2, when the plan was to us this tower and a lighthouse down the coast to triangulate the position of ships for the guns (never installed) at what is now Two Lights State Park to fire upon. The calculations were to be done in the wonderfully-named "Plotting Room".
Labels:
calculations,
d'oh,
language,
Local visits,
technology
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