Our last lighthouse stop of the day was the littlest lighthouse: the Newport Harbor Lighthouse on Goat Island. This took trickery and chicanery to access. Or maybe it really wasn’t required, but I like to think we were rebels. Hank and I glided across the lobby of the Hyatt Regency Newport, strolled across the hotel grounds, and discovered we were crashing (the setup of) a wedding as we approached the lighthouse. While Hank and I don’t mind being rebellious, we hate being rude; we quickly got our photos and scampered away.