Last night we went on a moonlight tour of Point Sur Lighthouse in Big Sur. They do the nighttime tours once a month or so, to coincide with full moons.
You can’t make a reservation. Instead, you park just off Highway 1 on the west (ocean) side of the road near the gated entrance, each car lining up after the one that arrived before it. Forty-five minutes before the tour starts, they open the gate and let in one car at a time to drive the narrow, rutted road to the base of the large volcanic rock where the lighthouse and other buildings sit. There’s little room for parking, so they limit the tour to 40 people. If you don’t make the cut off, that’s a sad drive back to wherever you came from.
We arrived 30 minutes before the gate was scheduled to open and an hour and 15 minutes before the tour was to start, and we were maybe the 10th car in line. When we saw there were five or six people in the vehicle ahead of us, we worried we might not make the cut. So you can imagine the expletives that flew when we saw a couple of cars zip past the line we’d been sitting in for 20 minutes to circle around and start their own line on the other side of the gate. Oh hell no! They aren’t even facing the right way on the road! This will not stand! If they get in and we don’t, Imma flip my shit! Etc.
Lucky for us, the dudes running the show are hip to that little trick. When they opened the gate, they let in those of us facing south first. Kudos to the lighthouse volunteers for getting it right.