The San Diego Connection
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Thursday morning kayaking is a ritual for them, and
they plan an excursion to a different part of the bay each time they venture
out. They had previously explored the bird sanctuary, feeding grounds for sea
turtles in the warm water around the Duke power plant, and the canals of the
elite bay front community, Coronado Cays. This morning they have plans for a
trip to a boat graveyard that’s rumored to exist off shore from the tenth
street pier in National City, which is two miles north from their launching
sight. “I’m anxious to find out if the rumor about the boat graveyard is true,”
Lee said. “If it turns out that it actually exist, I’m looking forward to
exploring the interiors of some of the old derelict boats.”
“There’s only one way to find out, so lets get
underway,” Jim said excitedly.
Hugging the shoreline it takes them a little less
than an hour to reach the graveyard sight, and they’re taken aback with what
they observe. There are at least twenty derelict boats scattered around the
area. Hulls protruded out of the shallow water from boats that had sunk and
were lying on their sides. In some cases only the top of a mast is visible
above the surface of the water from smaller boats resting upright on the
bottom. The water appears to be six to eight feet deep, and the Port Commission
had all un-seaworthy and abandon boats towed here to rust or rot away.
One of the derelict boats is a good sixty feet long,
and it appears to be an old wooden schooner. It’s resting on the bottom listing
badly with its’ mast projecting twenty feet into the air. “It appears the only
boat worth exploring is that old schooner, but this place gives me the creeps.
Maybe we should just forget about going aboard,” Lee said sounding a little
apprehensive.
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Death Below Deck
Jim and Lee are in their kayaks exploring a boat
graveyard in the San Diego Bay, when they decide to board an old wooden
schooner that’s sitting on the bottom in shallow water. The schooner is listing
badly with most of its’ hull exposed. With flashlights in hand they go below
deck and make their way aft along a passageway. They come across a gaping hole
in the deck where the boards have rotted away. Shining their flashlights down
into the darkness they discover a horrific crime scene. One so terrible, it
turns the stomachs of the police chief and the two hardened homicide detectives
assigned to the case. The investigation eventually leads to an international
manhunt.
Dos Cabezas
Two guys embark on a weekend trip to the desert in
search of an oasis with giant palm trees. It’s rumored to be located in an area
called Corrizo Gorge, which is one hundred miles due east of San Diego. Just
before daybreak they stop to have breakfast in the small desert town of
Ocotillo. The only people in the restaurant at that early hour are the sheriff
and the elderly woman proprietor.
The sheriff is more than happy to give them
directions to Corrizo Gorge. Upon the sheriff leaving, the proprietor informs
them that Corrizo Gorge is located on sacred Indian land, and rumored to be
protected by their Gods. She also enlightens them about several accidents that
happened there that cost people their lives. She was hoping this information
would discourage them from venturing into the Gorge, but they fail to pick up
on what she was trying to get across to them. Upon entering Corrizo Gorge,
their worst nightmare begins to unfold.
About the Author
The author works as an aerospace engineer. His
hobbies are photography, kayaking, archery, writing and traveling. Favorite
book: Love By Neshaminy Creek, a true love, adventure story. Favorite
movies: Key Largo, Casablanca, Full Moon In Blue Water, Green
Ice and Five Easy Pieces. Favorite vacations: Florida Keys and San
Diego.