Corigan
Contributor
Well I just got back from a very interesting trip. This is going to be a long report, so read on if you want. I was scheduled to drive down Saturday night with Fran (my GF),and stay the night in Chipley, FL. I was going to go and meet SuprBugMan and Darcy and do some dives at Morrison Springs Sunday morning. Then I was going to meet up with my best friend Kyle and do some jetty dives off his aunt's boat Sunday evening. We were going to stay in his Aunt's beach house Sunday and Monday night. I also had Kyle and I scheduled on AM charters from Emerald Coast Scuba on both Monday and Tuesday. We were going to hit the jetties after our AM dives on Monday. So there was a brief layout of what the trip was supposed to be like.
So on my way down I get a call from Kyle. BAD NEWS. His mom had a stroke.One of the sweetest women I have ever met, and my prayers are with her. So Kyle is on his way to New Orleans to see his mom at the hospital. His mom has made it through surgery. Recovery is starting to take place. It appears she will have to re-learn to use her left arm and leg, but they expect a full recovery. Of course she isn't out of the wods, and all prayers for her would be greatly appreciated.
So I decide to that I would still meet up with Bugman and dive Morrisons Sunday morning.
1st Dive - Sunday 6/26 8:00AM. - I arrived at Morrison's early and met up with Bugman and his friend. (I'm bad with names, sorry). Then Darcy showed up and we got on the way. We were the first people in the water and the river level was 3.5'. I have never seen such nice viz at morrisons as it was 60-70' in the basin and 20-30' on the spring run. Normal 100'+ in the cavern. Water temp was the normal 66-68F. I got a good lesson on this dive. Kicking into a high flow cavern entrance with a reel is a PITA. I birdnested it as I lost focus while pulling and gliding in. I worked on untangling the nest at the entrance to the cavern, but all was lost. I eventually exited and then cut the line and collected what was left of my mess.. Good lesson from this dive. I never made it in the cavern, but really didn't care as I was involved in my lesson. So after that we cruised the basin run. Saw some really big slider turtles and a softshell turtle came right up to us to check us out. It was a great dive with Max depth of 65'. Dive time was 1 hr. My rig took a spill off the setup benches at morrisons. Fell right on my first stage. I had my HID attached and everything. I was positive the bulb was going to be toast, but it actually held up. Who says dive rite HID's aren't tough? I got to clean out sand of all my gear and regs and do many extra checks before I went diving. :/
2nd dive - Sunday - Morrison Spring - 10:30 - 33 Minutes, 88' - We decided before hand to cut this dive at 30 minutes. We had to head across town to destin to get fills and food before hitting the jetties. It is also full season down there so traffic was horrid. We ducked inside the cavern for a few minutes and then goofed off around the log and basin. Mat took a group shot of us hanging out on the log.
We went to Dewey's on the water for a great fish sandwich, even though service was slow since it is tourist season.
3rd dive - Sunday - Destin Jetties - 3:05 PM - 54' :50 Dive - We got to the jetties a tad bit late. I was glad I brought my AL80's along with me as well as my steels. I would of hated the though of lugging those steel tanks across the beach. It was a very long walk to the jetties on the beach. In full equipment this was definately not a treat. Once we got down there we met up with a few other scubaboarders (whose names I can't remember either, go figure). Viz was 25-30' on the jetties and it was loaded with life. Tons of juvenile fish, but the highlight were many toadfish and some pufferfish. The water was so warm it was 84F at 54'. I wore a T-shirt and jean shorts on this dive. Since it was a tad bit past hightide we hit a mild current at the bottom of the jetty.
So now here is where the fun begins. Besides the tragic events of Kyle's mom, everything else had been going pretty smooth. So Kyle had arranged it to where we could still stay at the beach house without him. Of course we show up, and nobody is there. I assume they were all still out on the boat, but information was hazy. I decided not to chance it. Fran wasn't feeling well, and so we needed a hotel room immediately. So now it comes time to find a room in Destin in the middle of tourist season. Lets just say my rear end still hurts after I finished paying for 2 nights of hotel rooms down there. I had to find someone to fill the other spot on the charter and luckily I called up SeaYoda and he came out to dive with me on Monday. Thanks again bud.
SY and I get to emerald coast scuba at 7 in the morning. We fill out all the paperwork and head to the Marina. Looks to be a great day, 1 foot seas, no surface current. You couldn't ask for any better than that. On the way out we were going to hit the Phenix wreck, but there were many fishing boats there. We then went out and dove the Eglin LCM-8. The diesel fumes on the boat were awful. I started getting a scratchy throat and feeling sick to my stomach. I moved all over the boat to try to get away from the fumes, but to no avail. I mentioned something to Seayoda about the fumes, and he even said they were bad.
4th Dive - 6/27 - Monday - Eglin LCM-8 Destin - 97' - :31 72F
This was one of those boats they used in WWII to storm the beaches in Normandy and such. The big rigs that had the huge door in the front to drop down. After it's use in WWII the airforce used it and added onto it. They put a floor over it to cover in the hull of the ship and added a wheelhouse to the top. After it's life as a training boat for the air force it was then sunk as an artifical reef in 100' of water. I felt lazy and decided not to wear a wetsuit on this dive either. The water was warm at the surface. We hit a nasty thermocline at 50' and the temp dropped to 71F. Seayoda and I both were just in swimming trunks, and I can tell you it was cold. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Once I got the bottom of the line I had to stop a second or two to slow my breathing down. Two-Three breaths later and then I was trying to find the wreck. Yes, the dive shop just dropped the anchor off the front of the boat. No deck hand to go down and tie-off, no conditions reports of depth, viz, and currents, not much of anything. I saw what appeared to be a shadow in the distance (then again I've seen mirages 2 foot in front of my face with Jason B.) and swam that direction after taking a heading. Yes it was the wreck, thank goodness. The wheelhouse had been ripped off by Opal, which made this a cool dive. You could see into the engine room and such with zero penetrations from the holes in the top where the wheelhouse was ripped off. The coral was just getting started, but there was some decent life around the wreck. Some really big queen angelfish were inhabiting the wreck and had no problems letting me get close to them. This was a fun dive. Bill was diving Air, and I was on 32%, so he was cranking up his NDL time quite fast. We finished the dive with no problems.
Once I got back on the boat the Captain and deckhand wanted to change my gear over to a seperate tank. I told them don't worry about it 3x's and explained I like to setup my own rig to make sure it is done right. I then turn around and see the boat captain hauling my rig across the deck, with my 7' hose and primary second stage banging the deck the whole way. I ran over and picked up my hose and gave the Captain a big eat S&$# look and he appoligzed. In all fairness so I don't sound totally negative, the Captain was a nice guy. He gave us quite a bit of history about the wrecks, and even took us to a further out dive site (LCM-8) that would usually cost extra money for better viz.
So we make our way to our second dive which is to be the Miss Louise. It is a tug that sits in 60' of water and is usually used as a training dive for OW checkouts since it is only a mile off-shore. I gear up and do all my final checks. Then I notice a deckhand is checking my air to make sure it is on. I guess maybe I should say he was checking to make sure he turned my air OFF. I knew that my air was on, and then I felt him cranking back there. So I hit my reg and watched the SPG needle drop and yelled, "Who turned off my AIR?" I made sure it was loud enough that everyone on our boat, could hear it. The captain then saw me flash another look that basically stated, "Your Greenhorn is an idiot.." I explained to them that I'm lucky I don't trust them and did a check after they screwed with my gear. I wonder what they thought of that statement as I was jumping off the back of the boat. So anyhow -
So on my way down I get a call from Kyle. BAD NEWS. His mom had a stroke.One of the sweetest women I have ever met, and my prayers are with her. So Kyle is on his way to New Orleans to see his mom at the hospital. His mom has made it through surgery. Recovery is starting to take place. It appears she will have to re-learn to use her left arm and leg, but they expect a full recovery. Of course she isn't out of the wods, and all prayers for her would be greatly appreciated.
So I decide to that I would still meet up with Bugman and dive Morrisons Sunday morning.
1st Dive - Sunday 6/26 8:00AM. - I arrived at Morrison's early and met up with Bugman and his friend. (I'm bad with names, sorry). Then Darcy showed up and we got on the way. We were the first people in the water and the river level was 3.5'. I have never seen such nice viz at morrisons as it was 60-70' in the basin and 20-30' on the spring run. Normal 100'+ in the cavern. Water temp was the normal 66-68F. I got a good lesson on this dive. Kicking into a high flow cavern entrance with a reel is a PITA. I birdnested it as I lost focus while pulling and gliding in. I worked on untangling the nest at the entrance to the cavern, but all was lost. I eventually exited and then cut the line and collected what was left of my mess.. Good lesson from this dive. I never made it in the cavern, but really didn't care as I was involved in my lesson. So after that we cruised the basin run. Saw some really big slider turtles and a softshell turtle came right up to us to check us out. It was a great dive with Max depth of 65'. Dive time was 1 hr. My rig took a spill off the setup benches at morrisons. Fell right on my first stage. I had my HID attached and everything. I was positive the bulb was going to be toast, but it actually held up. Who says dive rite HID's aren't tough? I got to clean out sand of all my gear and regs and do many extra checks before I went diving. :/
2nd dive - Sunday - Morrison Spring - 10:30 - 33 Minutes, 88' - We decided before hand to cut this dive at 30 minutes. We had to head across town to destin to get fills and food before hitting the jetties. It is also full season down there so traffic was horrid. We ducked inside the cavern for a few minutes and then goofed off around the log and basin. Mat took a group shot of us hanging out on the log.
We went to Dewey's on the water for a great fish sandwich, even though service was slow since it is tourist season.
3rd dive - Sunday - Destin Jetties - 3:05 PM - 54' :50 Dive - We got to the jetties a tad bit late. I was glad I brought my AL80's along with me as well as my steels. I would of hated the though of lugging those steel tanks across the beach. It was a very long walk to the jetties on the beach. In full equipment this was definately not a treat. Once we got down there we met up with a few other scubaboarders (whose names I can't remember either, go figure). Viz was 25-30' on the jetties and it was loaded with life. Tons of juvenile fish, but the highlight were many toadfish and some pufferfish. The water was so warm it was 84F at 54'. I wore a T-shirt and jean shorts on this dive. Since it was a tad bit past hightide we hit a mild current at the bottom of the jetty.
So now here is where the fun begins. Besides the tragic events of Kyle's mom, everything else had been going pretty smooth. So Kyle had arranged it to where we could still stay at the beach house without him. Of course we show up, and nobody is there. I assume they were all still out on the boat, but information was hazy. I decided not to chance it. Fran wasn't feeling well, and so we needed a hotel room immediately. So now it comes time to find a room in Destin in the middle of tourist season. Lets just say my rear end still hurts after I finished paying for 2 nights of hotel rooms down there. I had to find someone to fill the other spot on the charter and luckily I called up SeaYoda and he came out to dive with me on Monday. Thanks again bud.
SY and I get to emerald coast scuba at 7 in the morning. We fill out all the paperwork and head to the Marina. Looks to be a great day, 1 foot seas, no surface current. You couldn't ask for any better than that. On the way out we were going to hit the Phenix wreck, but there were many fishing boats there. We then went out and dove the Eglin LCM-8. The diesel fumes on the boat were awful. I started getting a scratchy throat and feeling sick to my stomach. I moved all over the boat to try to get away from the fumes, but to no avail. I mentioned something to Seayoda about the fumes, and he even said they were bad.
4th Dive - 6/27 - Monday - Eglin LCM-8 Destin - 97' - :31 72F
This was one of those boats they used in WWII to storm the beaches in Normandy and such. The big rigs that had the huge door in the front to drop down. After it's use in WWII the airforce used it and added onto it. They put a floor over it to cover in the hull of the ship and added a wheelhouse to the top. After it's life as a training boat for the air force it was then sunk as an artifical reef in 100' of water. I felt lazy and decided not to wear a wetsuit on this dive either. The water was warm at the surface. We hit a nasty thermocline at 50' and the temp dropped to 71F. Seayoda and I both were just in swimming trunks, and I can tell you it was cold. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Once I got the bottom of the line I had to stop a second or two to slow my breathing down. Two-Three breaths later and then I was trying to find the wreck. Yes, the dive shop just dropped the anchor off the front of the boat. No deck hand to go down and tie-off, no conditions reports of depth, viz, and currents, not much of anything. I saw what appeared to be a shadow in the distance (then again I've seen mirages 2 foot in front of my face with Jason B.) and swam that direction after taking a heading. Yes it was the wreck, thank goodness. The wheelhouse had been ripped off by Opal, which made this a cool dive. You could see into the engine room and such with zero penetrations from the holes in the top where the wheelhouse was ripped off. The coral was just getting started, but there was some decent life around the wreck. Some really big queen angelfish were inhabiting the wreck and had no problems letting me get close to them. This was a fun dive. Bill was diving Air, and I was on 32%, so he was cranking up his NDL time quite fast. We finished the dive with no problems.
Once I got back on the boat the Captain and deckhand wanted to change my gear over to a seperate tank. I told them don't worry about it 3x's and explained I like to setup my own rig to make sure it is done right. I then turn around and see the boat captain hauling my rig across the deck, with my 7' hose and primary second stage banging the deck the whole way. I ran over and picked up my hose and gave the Captain a big eat S&$# look and he appoligzed. In all fairness so I don't sound totally negative, the Captain was a nice guy. He gave us quite a bit of history about the wrecks, and even took us to a further out dive site (LCM-8) that would usually cost extra money for better viz.
So we make our way to our second dive which is to be the Miss Louise. It is a tug that sits in 60' of water and is usually used as a training dive for OW checkouts since it is only a mile off-shore. I gear up and do all my final checks. Then I notice a deckhand is checking my air to make sure it is on. I guess maybe I should say he was checking to make sure he turned my air OFF. I knew that my air was on, and then I felt him cranking back there. So I hit my reg and watched the SPG needle drop and yelled, "Who turned off my AIR?" I made sure it was loud enough that everyone on our boat, could hear it. The captain then saw me flash another look that basically stated, "Your Greenhorn is an idiot.." I explained to them that I'm lucky I don't trust them and did a check after they screwed with my gear. I wonder what they thought of that statement as I was jumping off the back of the boat. So anyhow -