undrwater
Contributor
Just wanted to give a shout out to everyone on the board...I'm a new board member.
:dazzler1:
There...
Now I want to tell you a sad story that happened to me this past Thursday (It actually encompases my dive history in Reader's Digest fashion).
Miwa said, "I'm going back to Japan for two months to join my family for a dive vacation".
"You mean you're leaving me?!" I replied.
"Well", she said, "you can join us, but only if you go diving. If you don't dive, my family will feel pressured to leave someone back to stay with you, which will reduce their enjoyment. You have 3 months, which is plenty of time."
Well, Love conquerors all, and any fear of the ocean or diving I had was eclipsed by the fear of being without my beloved for such an extended period of time. In an uncharacteristic manner, I signed up for lessons that same day. This was in 1995.
I got certified in Southern California, diving in the gorgeous kelp forests off the California coast. Needless to say, I fell in love with diving and I had my trip to Okinawa to look forward to (as well as warm water diving ). I bought my own gear from a combination of the local dive shop, discounters, and the recycler magazine.
The diving in Okinawa was truly magical, and I have to thank Miwa and her family for the experience. Sadly, soon after this trip, Miwa decided to break off relations with me. Of course, this didn't stop me from making more dives here in California.
Eventually, certain other activities started taking precedence over diving :11: ; budget, school, relationships (with non-divers),etc...
Fast-forward ten years. I'm a married man (again, to a non-diver :11: ), and have found myself in Belize. The ocean beckons to me...it calls me by name...I see mermaids...I hear sirens...I ask the wife what she thinks of me going on a dive. Her response, "sure."
So I take the refresher course and go on a few other dives while in Belize. Wow! Now I remember how it feels! I promise to myself (within earshot of the wife) that I'm going to get back into it, and she makes reassuring and supportive noises.
To that end, upon return I join the local dive club that has regular diving activities (including weekday night beach dives which I'm particularly interested in). That brings us to this past Thursday.
It was a night dive at Veteran's Park, Redondo Beach. I was nervous and excited about getting back into the California waters. The first shock came as I was gearing up. Slipping into my wetsuit (7mm farmer john/jacket style) took forever and a day, and once it was on I could barely breathe and was sweating profusely. I didn't remember it fitting so tight 10 years ago (oh yeah! I weighed 30 pounds less then!). I got it on anyway, put all the gear together, threw the cylinder (steel 95) and BC over my shoulder and humped it down to the beach.
Now...I can hear you thinking, "You should have tried on and tested everything before you got to the beach", and your'e right. You see, I wasn't thinking...my mind was so occupied with the excitement of getting back into the water that forethought was blown to the wind.
So at the water's edge I prepare to put everything together....but my BC won't close! The cumberbund did not reach! If I sucked in my belly, I could make the tips come together, but when I relaxed, the velcro would tear apart.
For a while, I just stood there...then it dawned on me that I had to abort the dive for that evening. I humped back up to the parking lot consoling myself that there would be other opportunities soon. But as I was driving away I realized that until I replaced that equipment, I wouldn't be able to dive!
I heard the wife's words from earlier that week echoing in my head (she's the CFO), "We can't spend any extra money for a couple of months because I've just paid off our trip to Belize." A $5 beach dive is one thing, a $40-$50 beach dive (including rentals) is quite another. I was down...on the verge of depression. The wife was supportive and reminded me that my birthday is coming up this September, and that I should ask for money from family and friends in order to get what I need.
So here I am today, joining this forum so that I might live vicariously through all of you until I replace my equipment.
Also, I ask some advice from those who have experience with lots of different kinds of equipment:
I'm 5'8", 145-160 lbs (my weight fluctuates a lot), 32.5" waist. I'm considering a one-piece 7mm wetsuit to replace the farmer-john. I'd like to hear opinions...should I stay with the famer-john concept, or are the one-piece suits warmer now than they used to be?
Thanks!
:dazzler1:
There...
Now I want to tell you a sad story that happened to me this past Thursday (It actually encompases my dive history in Reader's Digest fashion).
Miwa said, "I'm going back to Japan for two months to join my family for a dive vacation".
"You mean you're leaving me?!" I replied.
"Well", she said, "you can join us, but only if you go diving. If you don't dive, my family will feel pressured to leave someone back to stay with you, which will reduce their enjoyment. You have 3 months, which is plenty of time."
Well, Love conquerors all, and any fear of the ocean or diving I had was eclipsed by the fear of being without my beloved for such an extended period of time. In an uncharacteristic manner, I signed up for lessons that same day. This was in 1995.
I got certified in Southern California, diving in the gorgeous kelp forests off the California coast. Needless to say, I fell in love with diving and I had my trip to Okinawa to look forward to (as well as warm water diving ). I bought my own gear from a combination of the local dive shop, discounters, and the recycler magazine.
The diving in Okinawa was truly magical, and I have to thank Miwa and her family for the experience. Sadly, soon after this trip, Miwa decided to break off relations with me. Of course, this didn't stop me from making more dives here in California.
Eventually, certain other activities started taking precedence over diving :11: ; budget, school, relationships (with non-divers),etc...
Fast-forward ten years. I'm a married man (again, to a non-diver :11: ), and have found myself in Belize. The ocean beckons to me...it calls me by name...I see mermaids...I hear sirens...I ask the wife what she thinks of me going on a dive. Her response, "sure."
So I take the refresher course and go on a few other dives while in Belize. Wow! Now I remember how it feels! I promise to myself (within earshot of the wife) that I'm going to get back into it, and she makes reassuring and supportive noises.
To that end, upon return I join the local dive club that has regular diving activities (including weekday night beach dives which I'm particularly interested in). That brings us to this past Thursday.
It was a night dive at Veteran's Park, Redondo Beach. I was nervous and excited about getting back into the California waters. The first shock came as I was gearing up. Slipping into my wetsuit (7mm farmer john/jacket style) took forever and a day, and once it was on I could barely breathe and was sweating profusely. I didn't remember it fitting so tight 10 years ago (oh yeah! I weighed 30 pounds less then!). I got it on anyway, put all the gear together, threw the cylinder (steel 95) and BC over my shoulder and humped it down to the beach.
Now...I can hear you thinking, "You should have tried on and tested everything before you got to the beach", and your'e right. You see, I wasn't thinking...my mind was so occupied with the excitement of getting back into the water that forethought was blown to the wind.
So at the water's edge I prepare to put everything together....but my BC won't close! The cumberbund did not reach! If I sucked in my belly, I could make the tips come together, but when I relaxed, the velcro would tear apart.
For a while, I just stood there...then it dawned on me that I had to abort the dive for that evening. I humped back up to the parking lot consoling myself that there would be other opportunities soon. But as I was driving away I realized that until I replaced that equipment, I wouldn't be able to dive!
I heard the wife's words from earlier that week echoing in my head (she's the CFO), "We can't spend any extra money for a couple of months because I've just paid off our trip to Belize." A $5 beach dive is one thing, a $40-$50 beach dive (including rentals) is quite another. I was down...on the verge of depression. The wife was supportive and reminded me that my birthday is coming up this September, and that I should ask for money from family and friends in order to get what I need.
So here I am today, joining this forum so that I might live vicariously through all of you until I replace my equipment.
Also, I ask some advice from those who have experience with lots of different kinds of equipment:
I'm 5'8", 145-160 lbs (my weight fluctuates a lot), 32.5" waist. I'm considering a one-piece 7mm wetsuit to replace the farmer-john. I'd like to hear opinions...should I stay with the famer-john concept, or are the one-piece suits warmer now than they used to be?
Thanks!