I've been in a discussion today with my dive buddy about the merits of discussing diving deaths on the boards. I actually came close to potentially drowning in 37 feet of water last year. Let me give you the details that my buddy would have been able to provide if I had died. (Leah knows all the details of what really happened, but she isn't allowed to give hints, because theoretically she wouldn't know for sure what really happened.) Then, let's see what discussions ensue, what speculations, and, hopefully, what lessons could be learned. My buddy would have said:
We dove earlier that day, and everything was fine, despite a rather strenuous surface swim to get to the downline. Other than that, we had a great time. The weather was beautiful - a little hot - but the cold water was very refreshing. The boat picked us up around 2:00 and shuttled us back across the lake. We enjoyed lunch around 3:00 with a group of fellow divers, then geared back up around 4:15 for our last dive of the day. We wanted to add some "stuff" to a collection of skeletons in the cove, so Deb volunteered to take a lawn chair down. We had met a young man who had just gotten certified the week before, and he wanted to come with us. The viz was poor, because in the afternoon, the silt has been kicked up pretty good. We agreed to stay together (because that's the safe thing to do). When I got to the site, Deb was nowhere to be found. I surfaced and found her bobbing on the surface. (Note: obviously, I wasn't dead, but let's pretend I was.)
Take it from here. What would you guess happened?
We dove earlier that day, and everything was fine, despite a rather strenuous surface swim to get to the downline. Other than that, we had a great time. The weather was beautiful - a little hot - but the cold water was very refreshing. The boat picked us up around 2:00 and shuttled us back across the lake. We enjoyed lunch around 3:00 with a group of fellow divers, then geared back up around 4:15 for our last dive of the day. We wanted to add some "stuff" to a collection of skeletons in the cove, so Deb volunteered to take a lawn chair down. We had met a young man who had just gotten certified the week before, and he wanted to come with us. The viz was poor, because in the afternoon, the silt has been kicked up pretty good. We agreed to stay together (because that's the safe thing to do). When I got to the site, Deb was nowhere to be found. I surfaced and found her bobbing on the surface. (Note: obviously, I wasn't dead, but let's pretend I was.)
Take it from here. What would you guess happened?