M&M's Excellent Weekend
I spent the best weekend of my life this past Friday through Sunday. I managed to remain wet most of the time, which, as an avid diver is a good thing. Saturday morning saw overcast and cold conditions as Missy and I showed up way too early at Dana Point Landing for our boat to Catalina Island. The ticket window wasn't open yet, so we walked around a bit, then had a filling, greasy breakfast. The boat was full, and I think it was mostly screaming kids and their inattentive Moms, but I did manage to get a little sleep in between the noisy assaults.
The Sun was beginning to peek through as we arrived. We trudged our way over to the Casino. I usually bring my own tank, but decided to avoid unnecessary back problems by renting a tank at the point. I haven't used an aluminum tank in more than a decade and quickly remembered why. During our first dive I was underweighted, my new single tank wing lost its bolts and a strong current pushed us around a bit. With my tank hanging by a thread at a 90 degree angle, I sucked through an 80 cu ft tank in 33 minutes. I was embarrassed and worried that Missy was thinking less of my skills as a diver. I managed to fix the bolt problem thanks to directions from Dr. Bill to the local hardware store, plus finding seven pounds of lead left for me by thoughtful (or is it careless?) divers. I managed to get in two more dives of an hour plus. I was feeling better about myself until Missy showed me her spg. Her SAC is off the scale. After an hour and fifteen minutes and a lot of swimming she still had 1300psi. She's amazing in so many ways!
During our last dive, the strangest thing happened. We came upon a diver struggling to free himself from kelp. He really wasn't tangled badly, but was struggling nonetheless. Missy went over and lifted the kelp off of him and he was free. She later told me that his eyes were wild and he definately looked paniced. She turned to look for more life on the rocks as the other diver began to pull his knife out of its sheath. Knowing that the park is an unofficial reserve where there is no hunting, my concern for Missy's safety made me get between her and the crazy guy immediately. He backed away to the next kelp stalk, where he began slicing and stabbing at it before bolting for the surface. I usually dive to get away from people like that! One good thing that happened was that I fed a piece of broken kelp to an abalone. It came pretty far out of its shell for the salad. It was the first abalone Missy has seen.
After returning home Saturday night, Missy and I swam in her pool for awhile before boiling in her hot tub. She's been promising me a hot tub visit for a few weeks, and it was worth the wait.
Sunday morning was another cold, misty day as we arrived in La Jolla, which is Spanish for No Parking. We had an early lunch, then headed to the Shores where we unloaded gear. Missy's favoite benches have been removed so we had to set up near the playground. We had lots of kids asking us about scuba diving, which I always get a kick out of. As I went back to get the last of our gear a prime parking space was available! I've never parallel parked so quickly!
The visibility at La Jolla was poor to fair Sunday, but I was happy just to be floating along with Missy. We found the giant sand dollar beds she dived last week and began our search for creatures large and small. Hermissenda Crassicornis were everywhere, but no sign of the new nudibranch Missy "discovered" earlier. We played with a couple pipefish and watched the flatties scatter as we moved just over the sand on our way in.We exited right in front of the showers, just as we planned.
After a long surface interval we headed out again. This time we kicked gently, talking about our weekend, plans and life in general. Before we knew it we were well beyond the buoys. We dropped down and found good visibility below 16 feet, but there was no bottom in sight. Finally we found the sand at around 80-90 feet. It is a strange feeling to make an open water descent from the beach. I'm used to having an anchor line to guide me to a wreck when I do this. We headed North along the canyon wall until we arrived at Vallecitos Point, where the Sheephead family was there to greet us. The largest male was enjoying a Senorita cleaning station while the others hovered over the edge of the dropoff. As we said goodbye to our striped friends we found a medium sized Batray. He swam away into clouds of silt made by his buddies out for a clam dig. As we made our way back to the beach we found a large Brown shrimp, another Batray, Pipefish and a school of baitfish close to shore. We stayed around ten feet to offgas and just relax in the surge and poor vis. Missy wrote a love note for me using small rocks. It was a perfect way to end our first full weekend together. I think there will be a few more. :07: