AggieDad:
Just finished my AOW at Windy Point today and got a little more information on the death. Extremely preliminary and not casting stones. The diver was diving solo and not certified for that. He had an AL 80 and his computer, which is locked out for 48 hours, show a max depth of 167 feet. The information that they were able to get off the computer so far is that his ascent rate from 167 feet to the surface was .....
33 seconds. His tank was empty and his bc was full due to normal expansion.
Yesterday I reported that someone had been signaled that they needed help but it could not have been this person.
33 Seconds?!!! Holy Cow!
Based upon what I have read, here in this thread, he also had no air in the tank, and lots of blood in his airway. As a total newbie diver, I might SPECULATE FOR THE PURPOSES OF DISCUSSION ONLY(as some others had) that he wanted to do a solo dive, he lost track of his depth, got narced, not only losing track of his air, but also using it faster. When he finally hit the end of his tank, he looked at his computer. Horrified to realize that he was at 167 feet with no air, he panicked(his panic amplified by narcosis), instictively held his breath, and bolted to the surface. Before hitting the surface, he AGE'd, losing consciousness on the way up. Whatever air was in his BC bladder had expanded rapidly on the way up, and kept him going to the surface, until he arrived.
I would be curious as to whether he was still wearing his weights.
I can attest to the viz at Travis. Yeesh. Due to my own misunderstanding of a DM's instruction(my mistake, NOT his), I got separated from my buddy at the 30' platform after an AOW training deep dive, and I mean it happened in an INSTANT.
In any event I sit here, early in the morning as I read this thread. When I first read and thought about it, I sat and thought for a moment about what that poor man's last moments must have been like. It's not easy to think about.
It's also not easy to admit to having made a similar mistake myself. I was on my first ocean dive, and couldn't get my suit's bouyancy under control. I didn't want to mess up another group's dive so I went solo, and decided I would "Be Real Careful".
What a galactically foolish thing for me to do. Of course nothing happened, the suit worked fine, and I got the hang of it, once I learned to shake the air out of the arms & legs. Then I looked at my computer. And realized I was at 63 feet. Alone. In the ocean. No one else in sight. Beyond the depth I was trained for. I immediate carefully ascended up the slope of shore, found a group, and hung with them until time to surface.
Up until now, I thought of that sort of benignly, "Haha! Yeah, I probably should have avoided doing that. Oh, well." It was the one and only time I have ever entered open water alone, and now I have some serious pause when I realize: THAT COULD EASILY HAVE BEEN ME. I'll say it again. THAT COULD EASILY HAVE BEEN ME.
If I allow my self to violate some safety rule, the fact that nothing happens reinforces that behavior, and encourages me to do it again. Or violate something else. And then something else. Pretty soon, I'm penetrating wrecks at 140' at night with no line on a single AL80 with no training. Even before the ocean incident, I wouldn't even allow myself to swim through the shark at Terrell. And still...look what I did. It's so easy to screw up, so easy to get complacent.
I (and I guess we all, but I can only speak for me) have to be really diligent not to let bad judgement creep up on us.
I apologize, I did not mean to turn this into a post about me, just some thoughts from a new guy.
Take care...
--'Goose
P.S. I hope you guys will still want to dive with me after my confessions.