kasdeva
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Another installment of my diving adventures.
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I am flying by instruments only. The viz is less than a foot in an intense algae bloom currently holding our favourite diving hole hostage. The green pea soup leaves me sensory deprived and I am loving the calmness. I drop down a meter to find the guide line to a sunken school bus at 45 feet of water. I peer intensely through the murky water and find the white line.
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James, a good friend of mine has not dived for about four years. We planned to go to the quarry this weekend to test some new gear he acquired, he is keen to take up diving again. After much negotiation with his wife and kids we loaded our cooler box and packed the little hatch-back Toyota to the roof with our diving gear and made a beeline for some water.
With him not diving for a while we went to the 15 foot training grid first to run through some mask drills, buoyancy checks and a bubble check. It went well, seems like scuba skills are a bit like riding a bicycle. As planned we surfaced at that stage. We were headed for the floating platform in the middle which had a line to a 30 foot platform and a line running to the sunken bus that we wanted to visit. We were to descend, I would find the line and then head to the bus.
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Where is James! I cannot see anything and my dive buddy is nowhere. I can feel panic rising and I take a deep breath and to calm down. I am still looking around and there is nothing. No bubbles and definitely no diver. Damn. Is he drowning? Is he plummeting to the bottom of the hole narcd out of his mind?
I look around again, no bubble, no diver. I make my way back to the 30 foot platform hoping he is waiting for me there. Nothing. A minute passes, still nothing. I am now out of options and begin my ascent.
No diver at the top either. Damn. I am now swearing. I see some bubbles rising at the surface and try to swim down to it, no chance. Viz is so bad that I cannot follow the bubbles down. A minute passes. No diver. I am now in full blown panic. Do I raise the alarm? Start shouting for help? Did he faint? Is he unconscious under water? I can still see bubbles rising so I am assuming he is still breathing, if that is his bubbles. No way to be sure.
I had just left his house and hour earlier and waved goodbye to his wife and two kids. How on earth am I going to explain that I lost her husband and he drowned. I have no idea what to do. I bob at the surface in a stupor. Every possible disaster scenario is playing through my head and none of them are good.
To be very clear, I was not worried, I was freaking out!
James is a CMAS two star rescue diver with many dives behind him, not a beginner in any way. I am convinced he can take care of himself, but he knows buddy separation protocol and he is not at the surface.
Nearly paralyzed with fear I am scanning the surface and cursing, still no sign. Just bubbles, but there are several divers down below. After about ten minutes he surfaces.
According to him, he lost control of his buoyancy and lifted of from the platform while I was looking for the line. When he got back down, I was nowhere. I had surfaced in the meantime, he did not know this. So he carried on with the dive and visited the bus. All smiles and elated as if nothing untoward happened.
I am still trembling slightly. I did not say a word about what transpired on the way home. I am still not sure if I should broach the subject. He gave me the fright of my life.
Maybe I should just have been a bit more laid back? Worry less? Am I the only sucker that actually listened in my open water class?
I seem to be learning my diving lessons early on in my diving adventures.
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I am flying by instruments only. The viz is less than a foot in an intense algae bloom currently holding our favourite diving hole hostage. The green pea soup leaves me sensory deprived and I am loving the calmness. I drop down a meter to find the guide line to a sunken school bus at 45 feet of water. I peer intensely through the murky water and find the white line.
...
James, a good friend of mine has not dived for about four years. We planned to go to the quarry this weekend to test some new gear he acquired, he is keen to take up diving again. After much negotiation with his wife and kids we loaded our cooler box and packed the little hatch-back Toyota to the roof with our diving gear and made a beeline for some water.
With him not diving for a while we went to the 15 foot training grid first to run through some mask drills, buoyancy checks and a bubble check. It went well, seems like scuba skills are a bit like riding a bicycle. As planned we surfaced at that stage. We were headed for the floating platform in the middle which had a line to a 30 foot platform and a line running to the sunken bus that we wanted to visit. We were to descend, I would find the line and then head to the bus.
...
Where is James! I cannot see anything and my dive buddy is nowhere. I can feel panic rising and I take a deep breath and to calm down. I am still looking around and there is nothing. No bubbles and definitely no diver. Damn. Is he drowning? Is he plummeting to the bottom of the hole narcd out of his mind?
I look around again, no bubble, no diver. I make my way back to the 30 foot platform hoping he is waiting for me there. Nothing. A minute passes, still nothing. I am now out of options and begin my ascent.
No diver at the top either. Damn. I am now swearing. I see some bubbles rising at the surface and try to swim down to it, no chance. Viz is so bad that I cannot follow the bubbles down. A minute passes. No diver. I am now in full blown panic. Do I raise the alarm? Start shouting for help? Did he faint? Is he unconscious under water? I can still see bubbles rising so I am assuming he is still breathing, if that is his bubbles. No way to be sure.
I had just left his house and hour earlier and waved goodbye to his wife and two kids. How on earth am I going to explain that I lost her husband and he drowned. I have no idea what to do. I bob at the surface in a stupor. Every possible disaster scenario is playing through my head and none of them are good.
To be very clear, I was not worried, I was freaking out!
James is a CMAS two star rescue diver with many dives behind him, not a beginner in any way. I am convinced he can take care of himself, but he knows buddy separation protocol and he is not at the surface.
Nearly paralyzed with fear I am scanning the surface and cursing, still no sign. Just bubbles, but there are several divers down below. After about ten minutes he surfaces.
According to him, he lost control of his buoyancy and lifted of from the platform while I was looking for the line. When he got back down, I was nowhere. I had surfaced in the meantime, he did not know this. So he carried on with the dive and visited the bus. All smiles and elated as if nothing untoward happened.
I am still trembling slightly. I did not say a word about what transpired on the way home. I am still not sure if I should broach the subject. He gave me the fright of my life.
Maybe I should just have been a bit more laid back? Worry less? Am I the only sucker that actually listened in my open water class?
I seem to be learning my diving lessons early on in my diving adventures.