Went to the bridge for diving yesterday. In general I try to tamp down my expectations for the bridge with an "it is what it is attitude" and just go about my diving no matter the distractions, in this way disappointment is avoided. Too many people in the park, too many people in the water, too many people on the beach, beach closed because of construction, the noise from the construction, bad visibility, bad weather, the constant drone of boat motors, the disgusting over used bathrooms, the guys that drive through the parking lot with the bass on stereo shaking car windows playing music one would never choose to listen to in a million years, trash all over the parking lot, the idiots that can't seem to keep there car alarms from honking incessantly, the macro photographers with $20,000 rigs that can't get over their own brilliance because they take 150 exposures of the same subject, the dead guy in the car a month ago or so, the sight of those stupid little beach wagons almost everybody has now, the list goes on and on. All of which is usually washed away by the prospect and realization of finding a new critter or fish. Unfortunately, yesterday it was all just a little too much to deal with.
Aren't some days just like that??! I feel your pain.