RamblingDyna

I took these cell phone videos about two weeks ago. My favorite boat more vandalized than the last time I laid my sympathetic eyes on it: beaten and stripped by elements of humans and weather. I returned yesterday, thinking it would welcome me as usual. But yesterday was different. I turned left on Noriega, crossed Great Highway and expected to see the 3655 foot boat in the horizon once my eyes reached past the top of the staircase column but to my surprise…nothing, nada, zip! The familiar white and bare boat that I had grown accustomed to as an Ocean Beach fixture was gone. I panned a 180 several times looking like a tennis fan standing on the bleachers watching a Wimbledon match. My eyes narrowed, my face tightened and my heart raced. Question marks raced out of my head. My eyes zig zagged and darted up and down the beach for any signs or remnants of the boat: rudder, wood planks, or an anchor. Zero. I jogged north towards Lincoln, a and made a U turn to Sloat Blvd but came up ...

Now as I was writing…this lone sailboat was sitting on the beach as curious people poked touched and even climbed aboard. I don’t think it was there for more than two days since we had light showers the day before and the furnishings inside the cabin looked dry and undisturbed. Just like bargain shoppers attracted to a sight of busy hands clamoring into sales bins full of merchandise, people came to the boat in waves: the sea was calm when a few souls arrived which began to swell as the tide of onlookers increased, in and out, in and out like the flowing shoreline. There were about four people at the boat when I arrived. Three minutes later after I took these photos about 10 more appeared from all directions. Very happy and content with my photos but still wondered, "hmmmm", as I continued my jog along the path at Judah up to the famous Cliffhouse restaurant, my destination where I shot my videos. I hope the owner comes back to find it in good condition. I mo...