Late July, end of the 1980's. Diving the Duane in Key Largo.
One of those rare days with no current yet top to bottom vis.
Just the wife and me on the dive charter, just the wife and me on the wreck. We're on the weatherdeck at about 90ft. She's 60ft.
in front taking photos, I'm enjoying a panoramic view, truly a Zen moment ! Suddenly there's a tap on my shoulder, expecting to see another diver I turn and see my boat's capt. grinning at me sans scuba. As he heads for the surface, I try to remember if salvage rights apply to abandoned dive boats. Back on board I
suggest that indeed it may be time to move to NC.
Took me up on it and now has a mountain view, much missed Gregg. That was a day that the experience far exceeded the memory.
Just Another Day In Paradise !
One of those rare days with no current yet top to bottom vis.
Just the wife and me on the dive charter, just the wife and me on the wreck. We're on the weatherdeck at about 90ft. She's 60ft.
in front taking photos, I'm enjoying a panoramic view, truly a Zen moment ! Suddenly there's a tap on my shoulder, expecting to see another diver I turn and see my boat's capt. grinning at me sans scuba. As he heads for the surface, I try to remember if salvage rights apply to abandoned dive boats. Back on board I
suggest that indeed it may be time to move to NC.
Took me up on it and now has a mountain view, much missed Gregg. That was a day that the experience far exceeded the memory.
Just Another Day In Paradise !