LindaSSF
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For me, my milestone dive was somewhere around dive 60 - it wasn't the count that was significant, but the learning moment! It was in the mid-1970's. I was certified, but didn't even have a driver's license yet, in North Central Florida. An older firiend & dive partner who COULD drive had just gotten a "xerox" (remember those) of a page of a book that gave directions to a new spring to dive. My friend had dived it once before & said it was WONDERFUL.
We piled in his VW Beetle with our horse collar BCs, a steel 72 each & light wetsuits. He took us onto some private property to "Peacock Spring" - better known now as "Peacock Slough". I was unimpressed by the pothole with duck weed on the surface... We didn't have a dive plan and he didn't mention a cave...
There wasn't anyone offering cave certs then that I knew of - dive shops reminded you to take doubles & a back up light. We'd all learned not to kick silt up with the spring dives we were doing every weekend. I STILL knew that we weren't prepared for this!
We followed someone's line that was already there into the cave system. At some point I remember my guage briefly showing 90'. Gulp! When I saw my tank was down the first 1/3, I signaled that we needed to start back, and he took his tank off his back to start up through a chimney in the ceiling. I think I was a bit narced and was starting to have some panicky feelings. I remember grabbing his fin, tugging him back down & signaling to abort the dive.
It was a LONG trip back out. I was aware enough & had air enough to do some stops on the way up, even though I didn't have any underwater tables with me. (No dive comps then.)
I chewed David out for a really CRAPPY dive plan and developed a backbone about insisting on safe diving with him or anyone else after that. It was a huge step for a 16 year old kid who was still relatively new to diving & dependant on her friend for a ride to go dive. Definitely didn't tell my Mom about that dive.
I dove Peacock Slough many times after that - using better plans & more equipment. Met a lot of guys there & at Ginnie Springs in the 70's that went on to develop the safety and certs that we use today for cave diving.
We piled in his VW Beetle with our horse collar BCs, a steel 72 each & light wetsuits. He took us onto some private property to "Peacock Spring" - better known now as "Peacock Slough". I was unimpressed by the pothole with duck weed on the surface... We didn't have a dive plan and he didn't mention a cave...
There wasn't anyone offering cave certs then that I knew of - dive shops reminded you to take doubles & a back up light. We'd all learned not to kick silt up with the spring dives we were doing every weekend. I STILL knew that we weren't prepared for this!
We followed someone's line that was already there into the cave system. At some point I remember my guage briefly showing 90'. Gulp! When I saw my tank was down the first 1/3, I signaled that we needed to start back, and he took his tank off his back to start up through a chimney in the ceiling. I think I was a bit narced and was starting to have some panicky feelings. I remember grabbing his fin, tugging him back down & signaling to abort the dive.
It was a LONG trip back out. I was aware enough & had air enough to do some stops on the way up, even though I didn't have any underwater tables with me. (No dive comps then.)
I chewed David out for a really CRAPPY dive plan and developed a backbone about insisting on safe diving with him or anyone else after that. It was a huge step for a 16 year old kid who was still relatively new to diving & dependant on her friend for a ride to go dive. Definitely didn't tell my Mom about that dive.
I dove Peacock Slough many times after that - using better plans & more equipment. Met a lot of guys there & at Ginnie Springs in the 70's that went on to develop the safety and certs that we use today for cave diving.
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