This trip was....a challenge....for me, at least. I planned to kick the first dive, scooter with Stephen for the second dive, and drift the third dive with whoever wanted to buddy up. The dives worked exactly like that, but not without some complications.
Dive #1 had a recreational team descending down the anchor line with a tech team (with wing failure) hand-over-hand ascending the anchor line. We moved off the line to let them by and promptly got swept away from the line. It took just a few moments to lose the line and know that the dive was doomed. We tried to make the best of it, but when we were 10 feet deeper than our planned max depth, I knew we needed to just call it. We began the ascent, and Cody shot a bag to let the boat know where we were....the only thing we saw on the dive were three mola molas and a tiny bit of the pinnacle for a quick moment. There was nothing easy about this dive and it certainly wasn't the prettiest thing I've ever done, but I learned a lot from it and will hopefully do a better job next time a situation like this has the potential to arise.
Oh, and to add insult to injury, I flooded myself pretty badly....bad enough that my thinsulate was saturated down to my knees (right arm was dry, but that was a bout it). Unfortunately for everyone else, but luckily for me, the anchor was stuck and had to be retrieved. This gave me time to strip out of my drysuit and undies and hang them up to dry.
We motored to a second site and Stephen and I splashed with scooters. Honestly, I'm not a big fan of scooters....they're just too damn much work for me. We got in the water and my battery came loose. Stephen offered to trade with me after I couldn't get it back in place. He found that the scooter didn't work at all, so I towed him back to the boat and he got out to try to fix it. Ten minutes after everyone splashed, we finally started our descent. The site was nice, nothing spectacular....I was thankful for having the scooter as the current was ripping....but also cursing the fact that I did because I'm a total spaz on it.
Finally, it was time for the third dive. Chris and I buddied up for a mellow drift dive. It was the first time that day that I didn't feel like maybe diving just wasn't for me. I felt comfortable, relaxed, and had a lot of fun drifting with the current....and finally got to see how the adjustments I had made to my rig felt....so much better!
All in all, it was a challenging day, but hopefully it will help me grow as a diver.
Oh, and dinner was a ton of fun, despite Quintin breaking multiple glasses