So 3 of us were going out for a couple of dives today to go look for a wolfeel and a couple of octo's that are supposed to be off this point.
Steep entry, hike down & back, no problem.
We carry down our tanks for the 2nd dive, go back and suit up. I look down as we are about to start walking to make sure my SPG is clipped off propperly. All I see is the clip.
No big deal, we all carry zipties after all. Les has his right at his fingertips. Done.
As we are climbing down to the divesite I realize I cut myself on something. Bleeding a bit.
No big deal, no dangerous sharks in the PNW after all.
We make our way through the jagged rocks, and swim out to the spot where we will drop down.
I'm adjusting my long hose ... and hear a pssssshhhhhttttt. Hmm bubbles from my first stage. Bummer. Not fixable in the water, so out we go and Les volunteers to shrug out of his doubles and hike up to his truck to get his adjustable wrench and bring down some o-rings.
I climb back out after him (through the jagged rocks) and wait. He tightens everything, I jump back in (no pshhhhttt sound this time so I'm hoping we're all good). Ryan (who stayed in the water) check and ... bubbles. Bummer.
No big deal, back out through the rocks and Les is ready with the o-ring. Turns out that I only had 1/2 of an o-ring left. So, replace it and off we go again. This time, no bubble from my first stage. Yay! (Note: Les sure is a handy guy to go diving with
)
Short swim out and down we go. Hmmm, mask floods 1/2 way as I look around. Weird.
No big deal, quick check around the hood, it seems to be seated properly and off I go after my buddies who are holding at about 20 feet. Quick final bubble check and we are off ... hmm vis is not so great. Mask is still leaking. Checking on Ryan while descending ... hmm where did Les go. I turn to look up, mask floods 1/2 way again.
No big deal. Clear mask, check on buddy. Hmm he's 20 feet above us. Odd, but then he signals that he's having problem with one ear. Signal Ryan, head up to Les.
Eventually he gets his ears to clear, we descend.
Whoops, there goes that mask again. Everytime I turn my head.
No big deal. Signal everyone and have _them_ check to see if it's not seated right. Nope, get the OK, mask is good, not caught on the hood or anything. Off we go again.
Eventually I start to realize something seems to be rubbing against the side of my head so I start holding my LP inflator away from my head when I turn.
No wolfeel, no octo. 30 minute dive and out we go (I was breathing a bit hard and Ryan had to ... well use the facilities
).
On the way out, Les has that all to familiar pssshhhhtttt ... Ryan helps him shut off his tanks in the slippry rocks. Turns out his primary reg started to freeflow on the surface (apparently it never did that before). Odd, but no big deal it can be adjusted.
As I go to hook up the 2nd tank I realzie that I had my backplate on slightly crooked and the LP inflator was pushing against the side of my head and the mask when I turned my head. Then I hear that all to familiar pssssht again. But it's not my first stage, it's the tank valve knob.
Ok, that's it. No trying to fix it, someone is trying to send me a signal. I call it a day finally, no 2nd dive for me.
Wow, looking back there were so many little things that went wrong, none of them critical, none of them things that couldn't be fixed, but man, that Murphy guy must have been bored today and out to test us.
Steep entry, hike down & back, no problem.
We carry down our tanks for the 2nd dive, go back and suit up. I look down as we are about to start walking to make sure my SPG is clipped off propperly. All I see is the clip.
No big deal, we all carry zipties after all. Les has his right at his fingertips. Done.
As we are climbing down to the divesite I realize I cut myself on something. Bleeding a bit.
No big deal, no dangerous sharks in the PNW after all.
We make our way through the jagged rocks, and swim out to the spot where we will drop down.
I'm adjusting my long hose ... and hear a pssssshhhhhttttt. Hmm bubbles from my first stage. Bummer. Not fixable in the water, so out we go and Les volunteers to shrug out of his doubles and hike up to his truck to get his adjustable wrench and bring down some o-rings.
I climb back out after him (through the jagged rocks) and wait. He tightens everything, I jump back in (no pshhhhttt sound this time so I'm hoping we're all good). Ryan (who stayed in the water) check and ... bubbles. Bummer.
No big deal, back out through the rocks and Les is ready with the o-ring. Turns out that I only had 1/2 of an o-ring left. So, replace it and off we go again. This time, no bubble from my first stage. Yay! (Note: Les sure is a handy guy to go diving with
)Short swim out and down we go. Hmmm, mask floods 1/2 way as I look around. Weird.
No big deal, quick check around the hood, it seems to be seated properly and off I go after my buddies who are holding at about 20 feet. Quick final bubble check and we are off ... hmm vis is not so great. Mask is still leaking. Checking on Ryan while descending ... hmm where did Les go. I turn to look up, mask floods 1/2 way again.
No big deal. Clear mask, check on buddy. Hmm he's 20 feet above us. Odd, but then he signals that he's having problem with one ear. Signal Ryan, head up to Les.
Eventually he gets his ears to clear, we descend.
Whoops, there goes that mask again. Everytime I turn my head.
No big deal. Signal everyone and have _them_ check to see if it's not seated right. Nope, get the OK, mask is good, not caught on the hood or anything. Off we go again.
Eventually I start to realize something seems to be rubbing against the side of my head so I start holding my LP inflator away from my head when I turn.
No wolfeel, no octo. 30 minute dive and out we go (I was breathing a bit hard and Ryan had to ... well use the facilities
).On the way out, Les has that all to familiar pssshhhhtttt ... Ryan helps him shut off his tanks in the slippry rocks. Turns out his primary reg started to freeflow on the surface (apparently it never did that before). Odd, but no big deal it can be adjusted.
As I go to hook up the 2nd tank I realzie that I had my backplate on slightly crooked and the LP inflator was pushing against the side of my head and the mask when I turned my head. Then I hear that all to familiar pssssht again. But it's not my first stage, it's the tank valve knob.
Ok, that's it. No trying to fix it, someone is trying to send me a signal. I call it a day finally, no 2nd dive for me.
Wow, looking back there were so many little things that went wrong, none of them critical, none of them things that couldn't be fixed, but man, that Murphy guy must have been bored today and out to test us.
