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Here's an article that should sum it up for you.
Niagara’s worst tourist attraction is this ludicrous lighthouse
Public money shouldn’t be spent to beautify the lakefront view for a private community, writes James Culic
The Point Abino Lighthouse is an architecturally beautiful piece of history, sitting along a picturesque peninsula along Niagara’s sunny southern coast. It is publicly owned, and more than a million dollars of taxpayer money has been spent to fix it up.
But, you are not allowed to go see it. That privilege is reserved for a select set of very wealthy American homeowners, who live in a private, gated community surrounding the lighthouse.
The decision by the Town of Fort Erie to use public money to purchase and restore a lighthouse that sits inside an upscale American community which doesn’t let the general public in, has got to be one of the most baffling things I’ve ever seen.
The town does operate a set of extremely limited bus tours out to the lighthouse, but the more you dig into that, the more ridiculous it gets.
Twice a month, for just four months during the summer, the bus tour makes two trips to the lighthouse. Each tour is strictly limited to 25 people, which means over the course of the year, only 400 people can take the lighthouse tour. For the right to operate those eight bus tour days, the town pays the homeowner’s association $4,000 annually. Before we go any further, it’s worth reiterating what exactly is happening here: Every year the town takes $4,000 from its hard working public taxpayers, and gives it to a handful of very rich American seasonal cottagers.
Let’s assume the tour sells out every single time (which it doesn’t, I’ve taken it twice and both times the bus was half empty) and 25 people are on every bus. That means the town is actually paying $10 each time someone takes the tour. Think about that for a second: The town is paying people to go see their tourist attraction.
None of that money is being recouped anywhere along the line either. There is no gift shop, there is no coffee shop, there is nothing but a tourism attraction, which the town’s own tourism department has admitted is a money losing operation.
I’ve pointed out the absurdity of this situation a few times over the years, and when I do, people are always quick to note that the contract does also allow people to walk or bike to the lighthouse, however, that’s not really a viable option. The non-bus site visits are only allowed between June 21 and Labour Day (so you’re out of luck until next year) and the schedule is very tight. During weekdays there is only a two hour window (3 p.m. to 5 p.m.) and on weekends you can go between 10 a.m. and 6 p.m.
I decided to see for myself just how impractical this system really is, and the results were even more disappointing than I could have imagined.
To begin with, there’s the fact that the lighthouse is located at the farthest and most isolated corner of Fort Erie, so when people say “you can walk or bike there” it’s not exactly as easy as it sounds. I set out to bike there from my house in Fort Erie, and the round trip was more than 50 kilometres and took about three hours. I’m in relatively good shape, and I was completely knackered when I got home, so the idea of an elderly person making the 50 kilometre trek out there is fanciful at best.
But I did make it there, only to get stopped at the gate by a very surly man who began screaming at me that I couldn’t go in yet. When I got to the gate of the private road leading to the lighthouse, it was about 2:45 p.m. and access to the site was closed until 3 p.m. when the tour bus came back. I asked why, and the guy shouted at me that he didn’t have to tell me why. I pointed out the time and said it was almost 3 p.m. and he said he didn’t care if it was 2:59 p.m., he still wouldn’t let me in.
So I waited till 3 p.m. at which point I thought I would be allowed through the gate and on to the lighthouse, but of course it still wasn’t that easy. First I had to sign a long waiver full of legalese and strange rules (I wasn’t allowed to take pictures of anything except the lighthouse) and then I had to submit to a search of all my stuff, and let the man at the gate rifle through my backpack. He insisted all this was clearly stated on the town’s website (it is not) but I had biked all this way so I reluctantly allowed him to sift through all my stuff.
Once that was done, he handed me a badge I had to wear at all times while inside the gated community (so the rich folks know I’m part of the great unwashed public) and I was on my way, but not before he hollered at me one more time.
“You know,” he sneered as I biked past, “you people are lucky we even let you in at all.”
Ah yes, “you people,” the plebes, the regular folks who don’t own million-dollar lakefront cottages. The hard working people whose tax dollars were stolen to pay for the lighthouse. I can tell you this, I felt a lot of things when he said that, but “lucky” was not one of them. |
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