Hi there,
It's the days of the waning summer, fast approaching the haunting
season. After some painstaking research, a name and face for
Surfergirl has been established (see attached). I wish to
thank all the old timers who have emailed with information, she was a
sight back then with her riding the trampoline.
The boat has a history of teenage hearts broken, destruction on the
waves etc from the days of beachin (1964-1975)in California.
Well last night my wife finally photographed an image in the area we
are working on her. Please email will send if interested. No its not
a reflection or some other condition, scent of honeysuckle always
precedes a sighting.
I penned a poem in a trance last night.
GHOST Hobie "14" by Owner of Surfergirl
high above the beach
I can see her now
cold November eve
ghost Hobie
sailing whom knows where
ghost Hobie
cross her bow if you dare
no lights at all
to warn a passing freighter
no sailors aboard to guide her
phantom Hobie
a vision in my head
just a haunting memory
as I lie back in bed
grey and worn green
and silver wake behind
dips beneath the surface
ghost Hobie, spirit bride
twenty inches deep
take me for a ride
no one else could see her
was she really there?
Illusion on the beach
more than I could bear
a passing glance
180 pounds of fiberglass and steel
in a midnight trance
I could see the girl at her keel
fog and Shadow
journey through the night
a dark grey and worn green Hobie called Surfergirl
beautiful and tragic
partially destroyed over quarter century later
mysterious and magic
It is by fate I that shall date her
Many of old shriek a warning
It is cursed that old Hobie of days gone by
By a spirit to has sliced 16, 18 and 20's in two
By night and day I toil while the voice repeats when, when
I answer the spirit you will be back again
So on some night when the sails are filled with wind
Say a prayer for the sailor whom adorns the Surfergirl
And never cross her bow
Beware the days of old all you restorers.
Mike
