In December 1982, I was out with one of my buddys on a Friday evening. He was from Michigan and had been in Florida for almost a year and despite all my arguments had never dived there. I was stationed at the Naval Training Center in Orlando and went diving every chance I got

He had been there for training and was leaving in two weeks.
At that point, I had never been to the keys.... I told my friend... you're leaving soon, this might be your last chance to dive in Florida, I'll loan you the gear... realizing that I was right, he agreed. "Where?", he asked, I replied, "lets go to the keys, it's only six hours away"
We drove all night, when we got into Key Largo, we saw the Captain Slate sign and parked next to it and slept in the car. The next morning we followed the signs to the dive shop where we were told that the weather didn't look to good for that day, they weren't sure they were going out.... and we were the only two people there
Of course I explained how we had drove all night, that we were both in the Navy and that my buddy was leaving soon and had never dived in Florida and who knew when he would have another chance... :depressed:
The good news of course was that Captain Slate did take us out, even though we were the only two divers on the boat that morning

We had two awsome dives, even though my buddy from Michigan who had never dived in salt water tried to touch what he later told me he thought was a pretty fish and I had to explain that all those teeth should have clued him it was a barracuda!
