tony1263
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I want to share this diving experience with everyone as it shook each of the three of us up in different ways, as well as provided a multitude of lessons learned. Let me start by setting the stage.
My wife, myself and a good friend set out for a long weekend trip with at least two dives planned. The location is a salt water environment, cold water (53 degrees), about 45 feet of visibility and lots of kelp. For this dive we would be sporting 7 mm wetsuits, boots, gloves, hood and of course a BCD. Our BC’s are back filled travel BCs and while we had dove with the same water temps and other equipment, this was our first salt water venture with this equipment.
Recognizing none of us have refined our skills to the level we hope to eventually get to, we organized our dives through a dive shop at this location to ensure we had a Dive Master, one familiar with the surroundings.
Our first dive was great and we felt extremely comfortable with this Dive Master. We agreed to change our second dive with him from the next morning to our first ever night dive. While our friend had mentioned a few times she was nervous about doing a night dive, she agreed to try it out.
It is 9:00 at night and we met our Dive master. He advised we should use his masks as all three of us own masks with a tint (UV Glare Optics) and he advised they would be too dark under water. We tested his masks and while mine did not fit as well as my own, appeared it would work.
Our dive master handed each one of us a light, which worked as we turned them on for an initial test. He then added a light to each of our tanks. We made went over contingency plans where if one of us separated, wait for one minute to allow the group time to come back. After one minute, surface and we would regroup.
We started the dive and all was going as expected, good. About 10 minutes into the dive I had to clear my mask every few seconds. This rapidly got worse where I couldn’t keep water out. I stopped, felt around the outside thinking the seal rolled or was laying over my hood. Nothing seemed to work. I was basically moving along with a mask full of water. I attempted one more clearing so I could see the others to let them know of my mask issue. At that point my light went out and would not come back on. The group had moved on, likely assuming I was right behind. I waited a minute or so then surfaced. We were only about 20 feet deep so a controlled assent and I was on the surface. I inflated my BC and rolled over to my back, but also found myself now was completely tangled in the kelp. The kelp had a hold of my fins, legs and first stage. I remained calm as I was floating and figured I could eventually get free with, or without help.
Because my light was out, my primary concern was letting the others know I was okay. I remained extremely quiet to ensure I could hear the first person that surfaced. I feared without my light they would not know if I was still down there. I had a whistle but not a tank knocker or anything else to make underwater noise.
I heard some noise then my name being called out. I acknowledged back that I was fine but caught in the kelp and unable to move. For about two or three minutes I didn’t hear anything. No one came towards me nor did I hear anyone else talking. While I would have thought we would have all been fairly close together as 3 were together and not that much time had passed since I became separated; however, everyone sounded far apart. This is still a mystery.
The next thing I did hear is my wife yelling help in what I can only describe as the most horrifying thing I have ever hear come from her. I was still tangled, unable to break free. I yelled to her but she only replied she was caught, unable to stay afloat. I yelled for her to put her regulator back in mount and relax. She continued to yell for help.
I ended up dropping my weights and somehow got myself free. I was able to get over to my wife that was about 50 yards away. By this time, she had managed to get herself over to the large shore rocks. I helped her remove her weights and take off her fins. I could now hear our friend yelling for help. She was on the same shore rocks but about 200 feet away. My wife said she was okay and for me to go and help our friend.
I get to our friend and she is lying on her side, feet caught between some rocks and her tank wedged into another set of rocks. She is panicked. After letting her know she is okay and her fear the tide is rising and she will soon be under water is false, she calms down. She shares that she slipped on the rocks, fell and thinks she broke her hand. I help free her legs and get her out of her BC. I look over and see my wife working her way across the rocks to the parking area.
Now that all are okay, I start looking for our Dive Master. Where is he, why did he not assist anyone? I call out his name but no answer. Fearing he might be in trouble our friend informs me that her vest was not holding air and he had helped her remove her weight belt and said he would be back. I see his light under water and he is swimming to the shore exit.
We all get out and I find that he took our friends weights to an open spot on the bottom so he could reclaim them later. He had no idea of any of the problems any of us had. He apologizes for my mask and light. We call the dive.
Appears our friends integrated alternate air source screw down was loose on the BC and that is why her vest was not holding air. With the equipment she was wearing she was diving with 25 lbs of weight, likely more than she needed but no wonder she could stay afloat and needed to drop her weight.
We concluded that my wife removed her regulator from her mouth then her arms, legs, and first stage got tangled in the kelp. She felt she could not inflate her vest, get the regulator in her mouth and was sinking. She was panicked, she was struggling to float and swim to the shore.
The lesson learned is that while we had a contingency plan, there were several environmental and equipment issues that all happened as in a perfect storm scenario. My wife never thought about dropping her weight or making that short reach for her alternate air source to at least know she had air and could calmly think about her situation. Our dive master failed us in the way that while we know we are responsible for ourselves, we have no idea why he didn’t once at least make sure all were okay and in the process of regrouping.
Very strange and unfortunate dive.
My wife, myself and a good friend set out for a long weekend trip with at least two dives planned. The location is a salt water environment, cold water (53 degrees), about 45 feet of visibility and lots of kelp. For this dive we would be sporting 7 mm wetsuits, boots, gloves, hood and of course a BCD. Our BC’s are back filled travel BCs and while we had dove with the same water temps and other equipment, this was our first salt water venture with this equipment.
Recognizing none of us have refined our skills to the level we hope to eventually get to, we organized our dives through a dive shop at this location to ensure we had a Dive Master, one familiar with the surroundings.
Our first dive was great and we felt extremely comfortable with this Dive Master. We agreed to change our second dive with him from the next morning to our first ever night dive. While our friend had mentioned a few times she was nervous about doing a night dive, she agreed to try it out.
It is 9:00 at night and we met our Dive master. He advised we should use his masks as all three of us own masks with a tint (UV Glare Optics) and he advised they would be too dark under water. We tested his masks and while mine did not fit as well as my own, appeared it would work.
Our dive master handed each one of us a light, which worked as we turned them on for an initial test. He then added a light to each of our tanks. We made went over contingency plans where if one of us separated, wait for one minute to allow the group time to come back. After one minute, surface and we would regroup.
We started the dive and all was going as expected, good. About 10 minutes into the dive I had to clear my mask every few seconds. This rapidly got worse where I couldn’t keep water out. I stopped, felt around the outside thinking the seal rolled or was laying over my hood. Nothing seemed to work. I was basically moving along with a mask full of water. I attempted one more clearing so I could see the others to let them know of my mask issue. At that point my light went out and would not come back on. The group had moved on, likely assuming I was right behind. I waited a minute or so then surfaced. We were only about 20 feet deep so a controlled assent and I was on the surface. I inflated my BC and rolled over to my back, but also found myself now was completely tangled in the kelp. The kelp had a hold of my fins, legs and first stage. I remained calm as I was floating and figured I could eventually get free with, or without help.
Because my light was out, my primary concern was letting the others know I was okay. I remained extremely quiet to ensure I could hear the first person that surfaced. I feared without my light they would not know if I was still down there. I had a whistle but not a tank knocker or anything else to make underwater noise.
I heard some noise then my name being called out. I acknowledged back that I was fine but caught in the kelp and unable to move. For about two or three minutes I didn’t hear anything. No one came towards me nor did I hear anyone else talking. While I would have thought we would have all been fairly close together as 3 were together and not that much time had passed since I became separated; however, everyone sounded far apart. This is still a mystery.
The next thing I did hear is my wife yelling help in what I can only describe as the most horrifying thing I have ever hear come from her. I was still tangled, unable to break free. I yelled to her but she only replied she was caught, unable to stay afloat. I yelled for her to put her regulator back in mount and relax. She continued to yell for help.
I ended up dropping my weights and somehow got myself free. I was able to get over to my wife that was about 50 yards away. By this time, she had managed to get herself over to the large shore rocks. I helped her remove her weights and take off her fins. I could now hear our friend yelling for help. She was on the same shore rocks but about 200 feet away. My wife said she was okay and for me to go and help our friend.
I get to our friend and she is lying on her side, feet caught between some rocks and her tank wedged into another set of rocks. She is panicked. After letting her know she is okay and her fear the tide is rising and she will soon be under water is false, she calms down. She shares that she slipped on the rocks, fell and thinks she broke her hand. I help free her legs and get her out of her BC. I look over and see my wife working her way across the rocks to the parking area.
Now that all are okay, I start looking for our Dive Master. Where is he, why did he not assist anyone? I call out his name but no answer. Fearing he might be in trouble our friend informs me that her vest was not holding air and he had helped her remove her weight belt and said he would be back. I see his light under water and he is swimming to the shore exit.
We all get out and I find that he took our friends weights to an open spot on the bottom so he could reclaim them later. He had no idea of any of the problems any of us had. He apologizes for my mask and light. We call the dive.
Appears our friends integrated alternate air source screw down was loose on the BC and that is why her vest was not holding air. With the equipment she was wearing she was diving with 25 lbs of weight, likely more than she needed but no wonder she could stay afloat and needed to drop her weight.
We concluded that my wife removed her regulator from her mouth then her arms, legs, and first stage got tangled in the kelp. She felt she could not inflate her vest, get the regulator in her mouth and was sinking. She was panicked, she was struggling to float and swim to the shore.
The lesson learned is that while we had a contingency plan, there were several environmental and equipment issues that all happened as in a perfect storm scenario. My wife never thought about dropping her weight or making that short reach for her alternate air source to at least know she had air and could calmly think about her situation. Our dive master failed us in the way that while we know we are responsible for ourselves, we have no idea why he didn’t once at least make sure all were okay and in the process of regrouping.
Very strange and unfortunate dive.