Windwalker
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I recently went on a dive trip to the Catalina islands, aboard a live aboard boat. We were on the water for 4 days. The diving was great and the captain knew what spots to go to. Early in the morning we did a 110 foot deep, high current dive where we had to pull ourselves around the boat and descend down the anchor chain. In the afternoon we anchored into a little cove that had the most awesome kelp forest. The boat sat about 100 yards away from the kelp over a white sandy bottom in 60-70 feet of water. We would hopped in, descend then make our way to the kelp.
This was to be the last dive for the trip, we had to go back into port. This was my 13th dive of the trip and I was feeling the effects of being in a wet suit for most the week.
I was the odd 3rd person on a 2 man team, I am a big guy, I weigh in at roughly 260 pounds and I am 6 foot 5. The tanks that the live aboard issued were steel 72's. The boat compressor could not kick out more then 1700psi. These tanks allowed me a 30 minute dive at 50 feet surfacing at 500psi.
The kelp dive was awesome, I would say probably the best dive of the weekend. We spent 20 minutes in the kelp getting lost before we decided to turn around and return to the boat. As we were leaving the kelp forest, I noticed that the kelp near the edge was laying flat against the ocean floor. Visibility was dropping pretty darn fast and we could not see the boat. I had 700Psi of air, and I did not recognize the area so I motioned to my dive buddies that I would surface and point the direction of the anchor line.
Upon surfacing we were about 300 yards away to the boats forward port side (at roughly its 11 O'clock) I could barely see my buddies so I use both arms to motion to where the boat was, they nodded and started along the sea bottom to where I directed them. At this point I had to start paying attention to what was happening to me. The boat had been drug along its anchor and I knew the further out of the kelp I would go, the stronger the current would be. So I swam into the current figuring I would slow down the progression of the current and I should make the side of the boat. My air was down to 400Psi, So I inflated my BC, flipped over onto my back spit out my regulator and kicked like the dickens. At about the point I figured I should be near the boat, I flipped over and found out that I was 25 yards behind the boat, loosing ground fast. I screamed at them to throw the current line, I was getting winded and knew I could not last much longer fighting the current. In my current state 400Psi would not last me even to the bottom. I could try and turn around and head back to the kelp, but I would probably have been swept around the point if I had tried. I either had to get the current line or inflate my buoy and wait for rescue. I flipped back around onto by back. After another brief jaunt, I looked and I was 100+ yards from the boat, but the captain had heard me and was throwing the current line attached to a lifeguard buoy. I was almost spent I felt like I was running an Olympic event but if I stopped running, I would get eaten by the dragon that was hot on my heels. I kept swimming and waited. I had sucked a little water when I flipped over because the chop and the wind was starting to pick up. I made one last turn in the water and saw the buoy with the current line was about 3 feet away, I lunged and grabbed it. The buoy line was roughly 200yards long, it snapped tight and pulled me, the buoy and my inflated BC underwater for long enough to take another breath of salt water. I was spent, all I could do was try and stay calm and hold onto the current line. At least I was attached to the boat.
My Dive buddies, had gotten underneath the boat, and could not find the anchor chain. It was WAY out in front, so they attempted a free ascent near the bow of the boat. They came up just behind me. One grabbed the buoy then had to stretch to reach the other to pull them to the buoy. I inflated my BC more, until air started coming out of the dump, To get my head more out of the water, I took my mask off and stuck it around my arm then started to remove my hood so that I could breath better.
Usually it is a bad sign when I diver starts removing gear in the water. My buddies recognized how wiped I was and told the deck hands to pull me in. I was in no shape to pull myself in. I talked to the captain afterwards. He said, by the time he had fired up the engines, pulled anchor and went looking for me, I would have been long gone, I would have been swept past the island into the open ocean.
After resting a bit, I asked several of the more senior divers and instructors what would they do in that situation, and I was unanimously told roughly the same thing. I had done it.
Thanks for Reading.
This was to be the last dive for the trip, we had to go back into port. This was my 13th dive of the trip and I was feeling the effects of being in a wet suit for most the week.
I was the odd 3rd person on a 2 man team, I am a big guy, I weigh in at roughly 260 pounds and I am 6 foot 5. The tanks that the live aboard issued were steel 72's. The boat compressor could not kick out more then 1700psi. These tanks allowed me a 30 minute dive at 50 feet surfacing at 500psi.
The kelp dive was awesome, I would say probably the best dive of the weekend. We spent 20 minutes in the kelp getting lost before we decided to turn around and return to the boat. As we were leaving the kelp forest, I noticed that the kelp near the edge was laying flat against the ocean floor. Visibility was dropping pretty darn fast and we could not see the boat. I had 700Psi of air, and I did not recognize the area so I motioned to my dive buddies that I would surface and point the direction of the anchor line.
Upon surfacing we were about 300 yards away to the boats forward port side (at roughly its 11 O'clock) I could barely see my buddies so I use both arms to motion to where the boat was, they nodded and started along the sea bottom to where I directed them. At this point I had to start paying attention to what was happening to me. The boat had been drug along its anchor and I knew the further out of the kelp I would go, the stronger the current would be. So I swam into the current figuring I would slow down the progression of the current and I should make the side of the boat. My air was down to 400Psi, So I inflated my BC, flipped over onto my back spit out my regulator and kicked like the dickens. At about the point I figured I should be near the boat, I flipped over and found out that I was 25 yards behind the boat, loosing ground fast. I screamed at them to throw the current line, I was getting winded and knew I could not last much longer fighting the current. In my current state 400Psi would not last me even to the bottom. I could try and turn around and head back to the kelp, but I would probably have been swept around the point if I had tried. I either had to get the current line or inflate my buoy and wait for rescue. I flipped back around onto by back. After another brief jaunt, I looked and I was 100+ yards from the boat, but the captain had heard me and was throwing the current line attached to a lifeguard buoy. I was almost spent I felt like I was running an Olympic event but if I stopped running, I would get eaten by the dragon that was hot on my heels. I kept swimming and waited. I had sucked a little water when I flipped over because the chop and the wind was starting to pick up. I made one last turn in the water and saw the buoy with the current line was about 3 feet away, I lunged and grabbed it. The buoy line was roughly 200yards long, it snapped tight and pulled me, the buoy and my inflated BC underwater for long enough to take another breath of salt water. I was spent, all I could do was try and stay calm and hold onto the current line. At least I was attached to the boat.
My Dive buddies, had gotten underneath the boat, and could not find the anchor chain. It was WAY out in front, so they attempted a free ascent near the bow of the boat. They came up just behind me. One grabbed the buoy then had to stretch to reach the other to pull them to the buoy. I inflated my BC more, until air started coming out of the dump, To get my head more out of the water, I took my mask off and stuck it around my arm then started to remove my hood so that I could breath better.
Usually it is a bad sign when I diver starts removing gear in the water. My buddies recognized how wiped I was and told the deck hands to pull me in. I was in no shape to pull myself in. I talked to the captain afterwards. He said, by the time he had fired up the engines, pulled anchor and went looking for me, I would have been long gone, I would have been swept past the island into the open ocean.
After resting a bit, I asked several of the more senior divers and instructors what would they do in that situation, and I was unanimously told roughly the same thing. I had done it.
Thanks for Reading.