Well, Northen (and son) & I met up for some diving today. I was diving a new (to me) drysuit, my first ever drysuit and second and third drysuit dives.
The quarry opens at 10AM, but Northen and I were both about 30 minutes early. We passed each other, me heading into Gilboa with the quarry behind me, and Northen in Gilboa heading toward the quarry. The air temperature was right at freezing, relying on my car's air temperature gauge. There was frost one the ground, and some standing water in the fields had ice. The air was clam, or calm...
Moving on. We took up dock # 3, the ramp. Northen backed his truck & trailer down and I nosed in to him on the ramp. We got our gear together, including the generator, crock pot, and spaghetti (good stuff)! (Thanks for the lunch!!!
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I dont know how to add quotes, so I'll try it this way. I cant really take credit for lunch, for my son is the one that made the meal. He said that he thought is was too much water, put I did put some water in the crock pot so that it didnt stick.
Dive #1
Northen, his son, and I enter. I have some fun trying to trim myself level over a platform just below the dock. After some buoyancy tests, the son is too chilled and opts out of the dive. After seeing him safely on the surface, Northen and I continue the dive. When we submerge, I notice my BC is no longer belted in place. After a bunch of flips and rolls I manage to determine I had been trying to thread the 2-inch webbing through a slot in the cam lock rather than where it should go. After more flips and turns and rolls I get the belt under control. I was wondering what Northen though he had signed up for...
I had resurfaced because I had seen that my son was still in the water by the steps and I didnt want to proceed with the dive unitl he was all the way out of the water.
From the dock, we head right into the shallows to look at the helicopter transmission, where I realize dumping air from the suit ain't as easy as it seems. We meet on the surface and decide proceed to plane. We submerge and begin our swim. As we approach the motorcycle, I notice some squeeze and try to inflate the drysuit a little. Instead of easing the squeeze, my chest feels cold and wet. I guess the inflator hose came loose while wrestling the BC into position. I reattach the inflator and continue the swim to the plane. Northen swims through the bus on the way. We turn and get shallow (15 feet) and I impersonate a cork again. We submerge again, swim under the training platforms, move shallow again, and I cork. We surface swim back.
You are being nice here. I was in the lead, and I took us to very shallow water. I wouldnt really call it a submerge. It was more like just standing up I had my split fins on and I was stirring up the bottom pretty good for ya.
In my own defense,
, I was trying to dump air to prevent the corking. The dump is located roughly on the inside of my bicep. Trying to roll into a position where the air would meet the dump and not migrate elsewhere was a pain. Still working on that, may pay to have a dump installed in a logical location.
I think you did a great job on the drysuit, especially for your first dive in it. I have 14 dives on mine and am still trying to work out the "bugs". I had my dump opened all the way, and at around 30 feet, I thought I felt a little wet. Once we surfaced, I realized that I was a little damp. I was warned not to open it all the way, but I am hard headed sometimes and I need the school of hard knocks to teach me.
Dive time was 46 minutes. Max depth 38 feet. Water temp was 44F (I swear I saw 42 during the dive). Vis was unremarkable. We find Northen's son waiting on the dock.
Your air consumption is really good. I think you had 600-700 psi still left, didnt ya.
Dive #2
This was a father-son dive. I went to the restroom and made notes in my dive log. The details of the former are omitted, while the details of the later form the basis for this report.
My middle son is fair weathered and I wasnt sure how well he would do. But the dive went great. We had went over by the motorcycle and the bus. I got about a half dozen pictures of him. He motioned that he was getting cold after 20 minutes and we headed back to the platform. I think he feel asleep in the trailer after me and Steve went on the third dive
Dive #3 Northen & I go in again.
I had to retrieve my hood and gloves from Northen's trailer; it was like 90F in there! You could see the heat rolling off the trailer as you approach it. I opened the door and was nearly blown back the blast. Good thing only the small heater was running.
I dont usually keep it that warm, but I think my son cranked up the heaters for his nap
Our dive follows the same flight plan as before. I bump the bottom a couple times trying to stay a little negative to give myself time to corral the air to the dump. I still manage to cork myself, although the two corkings were more controlled.
A huge catfish swam past the helicopter on the wall side as we watched from inside the helicopter. A pair of divers (a couple?) swam over us as we trailed a 4-foot catfish along the starboard side of the plane.
Dive time was 45 minutes. Max depth was 39 feet.
We packed up just as some rain started to move in, and left the quarry just a hair after 4PM.