I was at an AAUS Executive Committee meeting at Scripps and Jim Stewart (the DSO) had put together a dive in the canyon for those of us who wanted to. Each of us was buddied up with one of Bert Kobayashi’s (DSO – U.C. San Diego) Instructors. My buddy was a rather tall woman, who was just a little overly physically fit, in a manner almost exclusive to Southern California aerobics instructors of that era, but she was nice enough and Bert’s crew had a great reputation.
About ten of us loading into a stake bed truck with our gear, and Bert drove us up the hill and then back down to a beach close to the canyon mouth. We kitted up on the beach, talked about gear (no real differences) and procedures (surface swim to the buoy at the canyon head, she’d lead I’d follow, share air at 20 feet by the buoy chain, time and depth pairs, decompression contingencies, etc.).
So we started to swim out, she was pushing a bit harder than I though was really required by the situation, but I figured that was just to judge my level of conditioning or to make sure that I did not think she was too “girlie.” I decided it was the latter when we got to the buoy and she immediately switched to her regulator, flipped into a head first surface dive and leveled out, just ahead of me at twenty feet. We went through both a buddy breathing and an auxiliary sharing drill just as smooth as could be; and she led the way down the canyon wall; I followed.
We spent the next ten minutes, or so, moving out along the north wall of the canyon. It’s a great dive and I recommend it to anyone who is up for something a little different, you can often see deeper water organisms there because (like the canyons that head up to Monastery Beach and Moss Landing Marine Lab) deep water critters hit the wall and then wander into shallower depths. It was a neat dive, but something did not feel right.
I’m pretty comfortable in the water and I rarely feel uneasy, night dives in Central American volcanic lakes where we KNEW something evil lurked at bottom that had not been fed for centuries raised the hair on my neck, but that’s really about it. But I just could not shake a vague discomfort and unease … and it was getting worse. I was feeling clumsy in the water; I never seemed to be in the right place. Hmm … the right place, the right place? That was it.
We were headed out, side by side, the canyon wall on our right. We kept unconsciously jockeying for the outside position, that natural protective position that an instructor would take with a student, keeping themselves on the outside with the student contained by the cliff. So I ceded the outside position to her, and but for the need to suppress my desire to get the outside, the other issues disappeared. We reached our time limit before our gas limit and made our turn back.
Now, had something gone wrong while we were uncomfortable, distracted and unconsciously jockeying for position, our ability to head it off, or handle it would have been compromised because so much of our SA was being consumed by that foolishness. So it’s not just a question of being well trained, or team committed, or even agreeing on team roles … there are whole layers to the onion of optimum team interaction that need to be explored if team member are going to be at their best.