Arrival in Avalon
First, let’s get the not-so-pleasantries out of the way. Avalon is on an island. Everything has to be shipped in. Therefore, there is an island “premium” – expect your food to be double. The other part is that Catalina Island is experience a severe drought. You will not be given tap water at restaurants; you will pay for bottled water. This bothered me, because of all the garbage. The residents and businesses are being monitored and beat-up for water usage. Please plan ahead.
We arrived at 8-pm, and did the cattle mob to get off the boat. There are golf cart taxis awaiting if you wish. We schlepped our stuff over to La Paloma. Via hotel reservations websites, you can find $100 a night hotels. There are also very expensive hotels. Reserve in advance, always. By this point, after the long day’s drive and such, I just fell into bed. Others hit the party circuit, and you could tell the next morning.
The next morning, we hit the Pancake Cottage for breakfast. They do good crepes. They are open at 06:30, which makes it convenient to diving. Report time to the Cleanup was 8 to 10 am, I believe. I checked in at 9. The weather was somewhat gorgeous – bright and clear, it was chilly in the shade and hot in the sun! Water was a solid 62F . . . . What California divers call “warm water”. :shiver:
Everyone was milling around as they struggled into their gear. The event had a huge tarp over to the side on which everyone’s “offerings” were placed. They would give awards for the biggest, smallest, weirdest, high value, and best fish story attached to the item.
I selected Green Pier this time, because I had done Loveris Cove last time. I was diving dry with my HP 130 and a 27lb lift wing. Next time, I will dive with a doubles wing, because I could not lift a few things I found. I found a carpet mat that one might use for a boat. It had lots and lots of sand on it, and my wing wouldn’t lift well. I finally returned to the beach and asked a volunteer to drag it up for me. Mostly, I picked up pure junk, making sure it wasn’t inhabited before collecting. I cut fish line and wadded it up. There is piping and such laying there, but I didn’t have enough lift to drag it. The California State Fish, the Garibaldi, were following me around with a “why don’t you feed me?” attitude. I was getting a little sick – the surge and elevator motion was getting to me. Sadly, I get sick on an uneven sidewalk. As I dragged my stuff and a heavy cable out . . . yeah, I fed the fish. Hope the Garibaldi got some. . . .
After the diving came the prizes and the raffles. Sponsors are thanked, prizes are fired into the crowd (the fun one was the SPF 30 lip balm in a tiny jar, “Heads up or you could get hurt!”), local taffy, T-shirts, etc. All proceeds went to the USC facilities, so it was a great charity and fun event. There were scuba boat dives, hotel stays, discount coupons, and monkeys. Seriously, the monkey was the coveted prize. If I had won, I would take the monkey and re-donate the rest of it!
Between drawings were the awards. The strangest was the eyeball with three legs. The coolest HAD to have been the guy that found the Rolex . . . . My favorite was a guy that picked up most of a toolbox . . . one tool at a time, at various locations. Some found modern sunglasses, and one guy found a “Sea Hunt” style mask! Another found a ring, and claimed it to be Natalie Woods’ . . . I don't recall who had the best story!
The saddest finding was the transom of the King Neptune. The transom was placed so the name was hidden, as it re-evoked the sad memories of that night. RIP, Tim Mitchell. For those that do not know, the story is here:
http://www.catalinafoodtours.com/the-heart-of-avalon/
After the festivities, everyone hit the local eateries to enjoy the good food and drinks and catch up with friends for the beginning of the dive year. Dr Bill Bushing was there as always; full of quips and wonderful stories of the island and its waters. There were a few other Scubaboarders in attendance, and it was basically a great meet-up of all of So Cal divers.