A Solo diver is not something I ever aspired to be. It was natural. My first experience with water was when my dad tossed me in the swimming pool in the back yard at 6 months of age. I went under and tumbled into the middle of the pool, pushed by the jet. When he grabbed me I was laughing. From then on I was always in the pool. At 9 I tried to make a set of doubles out of 2 liter coke bottles and a garden hose. I'm glad my dad saw me standing on the diving board with the old plastic covered lifting weights tied around my waste.
As a boy I spent most of the summer at the family cottage on an island in Maine. There was no electricity and we got our water from an outdoor hand pump. I don't think I ever wore shoes the whole time I was there. Fins were all I wore on my feet. Nearly every day was spent snorkeling and free diving in cold Maine water. When I wasn’t in the water I was checking my crab traps, or in the tide pools, discovering every creature in plain sight or hidden. Those are the best memories of my childhood, and set the foundation of my future.
I don’t why it took so long to become certified. I was 24, It was after a 3 year stint as stearn man on a high-lining Cape ann lobster boat. Summer was lobster, winter was offshore long lining. I realized early It was not the life for me, I loved it but it would be a hard life. I took a different route professionally and never looked back. Diving is what re-connected me with the ocean.
I’ll never forget the first breath I took out of a regulator that first night of scuba class. I knew I would be doing this the rest of my life. I took the class in the winter but couldn’t get the ocean dives in until mid May. Needless to say I was chomping at the bit. Until there was a big sale and wow I had all my gear but it was only March. So off I went to Magnolia Rocks with my mix of new and used gear. The dive was solo, my ancient beaver tail suit kept me warm, although I doubt I would have felt the cold anyway, that first ocean dive. I was at home, everything was right in my world now. I went back to the dive shop that same day. My instructor was there, he filled my tanks! I Couldn’t believe it, I thought I was in trouble. My first fill card of 20 was used up before I was certified.
After certification I started diving with a grizzled 30 year diving veteran from work. We went out his boat with his two equally grizzled friends. He came with me on the first dive off his boat. He was surprised when I dove under a rock and came up with a two pound lobster. My mask was completely flooded. I put the lobster in the bag then fixed my mask and swam on. Back on the boat he said “your on your own kid”. We solo dove together for years on his boat.