Hey, I'm back. Wow, I wasn't expecting so many responses in just one day. SB is quite a place!
So here's the story of my ascent...
When I saw the 600 number on the dial, before I could think of anything else, the thought "Don't Panic" snapped into my mind. I had this drilled into me all through the cert classes. And I've had a few other near misses in my life (I drive a motorcycle through the streets of Los Angeles everyday) that have really taught me this. A buddy of mine is an FBI Sniper, he told me that their unofficial motto is "Don't run, you'll just die tired". So actually, that flashed through my mind too. "Don't panic, you'll just die tired".
Anyway, I took a couple of seconds to just relax and thing about my situation. I knew that the dive was over and that we should ascend, so I signaled my buddy that we were going up. My buddy is my wife, and we've had almost exactly the same number of dives together. One of the few times she was too busy to dive with me was in HedoIII, but that's a story that should be posted in a different forum ;-) We are basically both novice AOW divers. But we are very comfortable and accustomed to diving with each other, so that helped us stay relaxed on the unexpected ascent.
So from the "show me / show you" I knew she was in good shape - just a touch under 3k. I decided that my 600 would probably be enough to last me during a slow, controlled ascent. But I wanted her bottle of air close by just in case it wasn't. So I grabbed her arm and indicated that we'd ascend with our arms locked. She indicated with her octo to ask if I wanted to share air. I indicated no.
I flipped my wrist computer around so the dial was facing the same way as my palm. Then I held my pressure gauge in the same hand so I could see them both in one glance. I took this hand (my right hand) and interlocked it with hers like we're doing a square dancing do-si-do. We both put our left hands on our deflators and started kicking for the surface.
From there on out it was pretty easy. Basically I was just watching my depth and ascent rate on the computer, and my air pressure on the dial. Both numbers (depth and pressure) were going down nice and slowly, and everything was peachy. My tiny bubbles were rising faster than we were, and both of us were comfortable with the situation.
There was however, one minor hiccup during the ascent. Which I suppose could be considered another incident in and of itself. With about 25 feet to go, my ascent rate was getting a little too fast even though I was dumping air. Unexpectedly my buddy's arm slipped out of my grip and she was rising faster than I was. With my left hand I dumped all the air out of my BC, and with my right I grabbed her fin and pulled her down (which I know pulls me up a little too). Once we were face to face I showed her the ascent rate warning on the computer, but we were now descending and the warning went away after a few seconds.
She gave me the "something's wrong with my BC" sign, I gave her the ok, grabbed her again (this time with death grip strength) and controlled the buoyancy for both of us during the rest of the ascent. I didn't know exactly what was wrong with her BC, but I figured her deflator was stuck and she had a BC full of air. I suppose I could have used her dumps, but really all I wanted to do was get through the last 20 feet slowly enough to make my computer happy and then sort it out on the surface.
Although I expected it to, the computer didn't call for a safety stop. Normally I would have hung out anyway, just to practice my hover and get my "money's worth" of my air, but if the computer was OK with us skipping it, I was too. We slowly made our way to the surface without any further problems.
Once there we inflated our BCs and started asking each other all of the "what happened" questions. Turns out that her deflator *was* stuck and that it required a really hard push to get it to deflate properly. So she thought she was pushing hard enough to vent air, but actually nothing was happening. That's why she was rising faster than I was.
We switched to snorkel, fin kicked it back to the beach, and then sorted it all out over snacks. As it turned out, I ended the dive with a little bit of air still in the tank. I supposed I could have shared air on the way up, but in the end didn't need to.
BTW, Simply because we didn't want to schlep our BCs on the ferry over to Catalina, we decided to rent them there. Now I see the benefit of diving with your own equipment. I'm sure rental places strive to keep their gear it proper working order, but nothing beats using your own personal gear. As a reult, we've decided to get a nice Pelican case (or similar) and take our one familiar equipment with us from now on.