I left work in Durham around 7:30pm and got to Lake Rawlings around 9:30pm and luckily the dive shop was still open. I rented my tanks without checking the fills (a mistake) and tried to find everyone else. The dive shop guy said he was putting us all together but he sent me to lot E which was completely empty. I sat in my car until Paula (the straggler wrangler) knocked on my window and led me to the camp. Paula and her husband (Greg! I remember it now, I swear) built me a tent so I didn't have to sleep in my car, THANK YOU!
Saturday morning some of us woke up around 8am with a few more getting up a little later. We had a tarp and roof down by the water with all our gear and I think we headed down around 11:30 or 12 noon. The vis looked pretty good while standing on shore, I could see the platform that was located at about 15 ft. Glenn and his family showed up just in time and we decided to buddy up. I got short filled by the shop at 2500 and I was hot in the wetsuit so I decided to putz around in the shallows while Glenn got suited up. I took a few pictures, playing with my new Canon A95 and housing. Denise's (Jeff's better half) daughter ordered me to take her picture while she was swimming, hehe, so I obliged:
Glenn and I went out to a random buoy and descended. He went down like a rock and I was having equalization issues as usual, but I got down eventually. I was taking pictures of fish here and there, it was a BLAST. It was so much fun, and I've never been into photography at all. I'll put them up in the gallery shortly, once I resize them all. Glenn did a great job of pointing out subjects for me, especially this big ole bass that I would have missed otherwise:
I had woken up by blasting off 5 or 6 sneezes and worried I would have problems because of it. Along with the freezing cold below the thermacline because I forgot my gloves, I also had a slight reverse squeeze on the way up. It was nothing major but I decided to sit out the later dives instead of risking it.
The only other problem we experienced was with Jeff's poor doggie, Brandie.
She was the innocent victim in an attack by someone elses loose Great Dane. Jeff picked up Brandie and the Dane still bit her, hard enough that it needed stitches. Jeff found a nearby vet and got her fixed thank goodness.
In summary:
I loved Lake Rawlings. The vis was decent, around 15-20 feet before the five thousand students entered the water later. It was clear, and warm above the thermocline. I loved all the little things on the bottom, and I only saw a small portion. Aside from the airfill short (which I should have caught) it was great.
It was also good to meet more faces from scubaboard and wreckmaniacs.com like Charlie, his brother John and Kristi, Greg (Paula's husband), the other Chris M with the awesome pop-up camper, Mark Vlahos, USAFstang whose name I can't remember (sorry!), Denise's friends (Cami and um...)
Ah forget it, I have sunburn all over and I'm pretty positive that DAN said it caused brain damage and early senility.