Two dives -- one in Carmel with about 6 meters of visibility, out by the splash rock at North Monastery. It was quite flat this morning and visibility improved below 30 meters; but who really cares about a well-lit sand slope, since scenery and fish life diminishes a great deal by that depth?
The second dive was at San Carlos Beach in Monterey; and there were about a half dozen Marine Mammal Rescue trucks and vans, all just hanging out. Apparently, they were interested in a couple of sea lions who looked a bit worse for wear, but who were perched, high-up on the rocks at low tide, and were clearly hours away from ever hitting the water.
Perhaps they should have consulted a tide chart. Visibility there was about half that of Carmel.
One of the cute but clueless "dolphinettes" yelled at me, through cupped hands, for surfacing some 10 meters away from a sea lion, and accused me of "harassing" it. The sea lion did absolutely nothing; didn't so much as bat an eye in my direction; and some French tourists, I later spoke to, had actually wondered whether it was dead.
Years back, I ran into the same thing, right down to an accusation, that time, of my harassing sea otters, when I happened to surface close to one, which all but ignored me, while it was eating a rock crab.
It turned out that the same rescue services, that day, were capturing, weighing, and taking the body core temperatures of a dozen or more otters, all trapped and squeaking bloody murder in pet cages, while the techs sported a massive Caligula-sized tube of K-Y, for the thermometers -- all and all, an otter-alien abduction scenario.
Who was harassing whom?