Mark Vlahos
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I haven't done that much kicking since the last time I was down here ... and I'm tired .... but more confident now about succeeding in this class. Tomorrow we visit my nemesis ... Ginnie. That place has kicked my ass every time I've been there ... hopefully all those workouts I've been doing since January will pay dividends when I have my date with the Devil ...
Deco was long ... not time-wise, but thoughts-wise. Do I really belong here? Is this really something I can do? Am I a menace to myself and my dive buddies? Should I just pack it in and catch an early flight home?
Fortunately, Jim doesn't think so ... yet ... we're going back tomorrow to face the Devil one more day. Maybe I'll get a better night's sleep. Maybe I'll be able to apply the awareness I know I'm capable of to this environment that's so different than what I'm used to. Maybe tomorrow I'll make the right decisions.
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I've got two more days to either kick that gremlin to the curb or admit to myself that maybe cave diving isn't for me. 'Cuz there ain't no caves where I live ... and I can't practice my skills by swimming into a fire hose. It's either make it work now, or pack up and go home ...
As for going the wrong way, if every one in the team drops a cookie on the exit side of the jump line, each of you are forced to recognize the exit side. Each team member grabs the cookie and heads down the exit side, so there is none of this grabbing a cookie, spinning around, and wondering which side is home. Furthermore, if you split up, you'll know if your buddy has reached the last jump, and it can help narrow the search range. This wasn't something covered in my class, but it was introduced to me by a dive buddy who's instructor demanded it. I did it off and on at first, but after Bruce died it really solidified the practice in my mind.Well, today was a ugly reminder of what a cave can do to the casual cave tourist. Maybe it's a psychological thing ... maybe when you go into a dive expecting to get your ass whupped, it turns out that way. And it did.
My day started early ... I woke up at 2 AM and never got back to sleep. I think if today were not a class, I might have considered modifying my day, or doing a single dive ... or maybe not diving at all. I didn't bring my A-game today.
First dive we were setting another circuit ... into the Ear, up to the Park Bench, cross to the Bone Line, up to a crossover tunnel, and eventually back to the gold line. Total of four jumps. I vaguely remember doing this circuit last August, when I initially tried passing this class ... and made some of the same mistakes today. Guess I just need to get down here more often or something. I learn best by doing, and doing it once every six months or so just ain't going to make me a cave diver.
Anyway, some things went better. I wasn't working as hard as I remember setting the reel and working my way up through the flow. Maybe all those workouts I've been doing these past few months helped ... maybe it's just that I had a better idea how to approach it. The reel work still wasn't pretty, but it got the job done. We got up on the ceiling, worked our way through the Gallery, slithered through the Keyhole, pulled our way through the Cornflakes to the park bench, jumped, set our spools, and made our way around the circuit in pretty good shape. My two dive buddies, Dave and Mark, volunteered to "help" by being my class team mates, and they enthusiastically made as many mistakes as possible to give me a chance to practice making decisions and managing the team. I made it through those tests OK. Had a few minor issues, mostly due to having to deal with the flow ... things that went smoothly yesterday weren't going so smoothly today ... but it wasn't anything major, and it gave Jim some things to point out for the second dive. We did some OOA drills on the way out ... and then he had me pull the reel, to give me another go at placing it for dive 2.
Second dive, things started out smooth enough. My reel work was much better ... recent experience helps a lot. I was leading, and feeling a bit "frisky" ... in that I was tending to get a bit farther ahead of my buddies than I should. At one point, just after I rounded a turn, Jim held the other guys back and had them cover their lights. OK ... thanks for the reminder ... slow down, keep close. Got it. Pulled the first spool OK. Got to the second spool, my buddies cross over, exchanged positions, and headed up the wrong way on the line. I was so intent on wondering why they switched positions I completely missed the fact that they were going the wrong way. Jim turned on his light and shined it on the arrows ... oh, my, God ... significant screw-up. I know better ... should've caught it much sooner ... like before I even started pulling the spool. No excuses ... I was so intent on thinking past the situation to our next jump that I let myself get careless. The rest of the dive was hard ... I was sure Jim was going to tell me I didn't belong in a cave. I had to remind myself to not dwell on it and to keep my head in the game ... we still had a lot of cave to cover before the dive was over. Jim threw another lights-out drill at me, then at the Lips he had me go out of air, take Dave's long hose, then handed me a black-out mask. The next several minutes were just brutal. Trying to deal with flow, restriction, no vis, unstable buoyancy control and OOA ... all while Jim kept reaching out and tugging the line out of my Ginnie-conditioned fingers. Well ... it took my mind off my previous mistake alright. Finally ... after what seemed like way too long, he put my mask back in my hand, and I was able to see again. We were nearly to the sign. Handed Dave back his reg, got on mine, grabbed my O2, pulled the reel, and exited the cave.
Deco was long ... not time-wise, but thoughts-wise. Do I really belong here? Is this really something I can do? Am I a menace to myself and my dive buddies? Should I just pack it in and catch an early flight home?
Fortunately, Jim doesn't think so ... yet ... we're going back tomorrow to face the Devil one more day. Maybe I'll get a better night's sleep. Maybe I'll be able to apply the awareness I know I'm capable of to this environment that's so different than what I'm used to. Maybe tomorrow I'll make the right decisions.
This is the same gremlin that kept me from completing Full Cave last August ... and today it messed with my head. That's where the answer is ... not in how well I can set a reel, or manage my buoyancy control, or even deal with the flow ... but in making the right decisions.
I've got two more days to either kick that gremlin to the curb or admit to myself that maybe cave diving isn't for me. 'Cuz there ain't no caves where I live ... and I can't practice my skills by swimming into a fire hose. It's either make it work now, or pack up and go home ...
... Bob (Grateful Diver)