Okay. It is totally my husband's fault that Rick beat me to it this time. I came home and he was watching some thriller movie and wouldn't talk to me, so I started my report and just then he came and said, "Come talk to me." Of course, he then started writing e-mails while I was eating a long-delayed dinner . . . you have to do something to deal with the complete debriefing of a DIR-F day
Yes, bourbon was in evidence. He is NOT a DIR diver.
This morning began painfully early with my arrival (not quite last -- STEVE got there after me) at a foggy, chilly Cove 2, inhabited by us six DIR wannabees and SIX -- count them, SIX -- OW/AOW classes. Those who know Cove 2 will know that it would present no challenge for a major league outfielder to throw a baseball across it. It's not much space for thirty or forty divers, and we needed SHALLOW water in order to look as stupid as possible. Therefore, we ended up with two things: an entry at the opposite end of the cove from my jubilantly acquired and thought to be convenient parking space, and a long surface swim to the down line.
Everybody who has done Fundies knows the sequence: Practice kicks. Those of us who have never done them before have more trouble than others. Practice ascents. Those with more experience have less trouble than others, but nobody meets DIR standards. Hover, and try to control the errant extremities that want to help. And in the midst of it all, try to keep track of buddies who may or may not be experiencing various difficulties. It all comes out in the video review, which is the fun part to write about.
Our trio survived dive one, and surfaced, and Steve asked us how we felt about it, and I said, "It didn't go nearly as bad as I anticipated." These were fighting words, which clearly set up the second dive for our trio, which went as badly as I could have imagined . . . or maybe not quite. The second dive for our group was a Three Stooges movie, with no diver who could maintain position, depth or attitude, and all of us trying to run over poor Steve, who was serving as instructor and videographer.
A couple of interesting points: I had grave difficulty with the frog kick, doing it basically backwards, until Steve got behind me, grabbed my feet, and patterned it for me. Actually FEELING the movement under water, with my fins, let me grasp it. It is very easy to do this wrong. Bob was SO right to tell me NOT to try to learn or practice these things until I had the right instruction. I could have spent a lot of time ingraining the wrong movement in my brain. It's like those automobile ads -- professional diver, do not try this at home.
Second, most of us could hover. Most of us could hover motionless, because the video caught it. So why do we end up finning and pushing ourselves about? And why do some of us (imagine chagrined look) not KNOW we are doing it?
And third, my personal small triumph for the day, was that I found myself clipping stuff off without thinking about it . . . actually having to go back and say, "Did I clip that off?", and checking, and discovering I had. Considering that a month ago, clipping and unclipping my SPG under water resulted in a flounder in the silt, this is incredible progress.
After the first dive, we did a weight check. A proper weight check, which I had never done before. That, of course, requires bleeding the tank to 500 psi, which, given that I surfaced with 2200, required a bit of a bleed. I was worried about freezing my reg, given air temps in the 40's, so I kept it under water the whole time I was bleeding, and ended up with a free flow nonetheless. I tried the things I know -- putting my thumb in the mouthpiece, breathing against the regulator, and banging it on the palm of my hand, and nothing worked. I told Steve (we were of course on the surface at this point) that I had a free flow, and he took my regulator apart and fixed it, right there in the water. Wow.
I think he was quite surprised at his inability to take any weight off me. He took weight off everybody else, I think, and he had made some disparaging comment about overweighted divers the day before, saying he had seen a woman my size diving with THIRTY POUNDS of weight . . . I had said, "Well, that's pretty much what I'm diving," and he had raised his eyebrows. Well, he tried to take weight off me today, and none was going anywhere. Between my native buoyancy and the several dozen undergarments I wear in an attempt to stay in the water for an hour, I NEED all that weight.
I did distinguish myself in a unique way today . . . I managed to fall down three times getting into and out of the water. I told everybody, "That's why I have knee pads on my drysuit." Cove 2's shore is composed of small, round rocks which are highly unstable and slippery, and since I am carrying an additional 70 pounds on my 120 pound frame, my balance on my feet is not very good. I have reduced my other instructors to helpless laughter, watching me do my entries. Luckily, Steve did not see any of this.
Speaking of other instructors, my OW instructor was there today, teaching an AOW class, and since I ended up spending some time talking to him, I introduced him and Steve. It was an awkward moment, rather like introducing one's current boyfriend to one's prior . . . It was not a well thought out impulse on my part.
After the dives, I had a brief opportunity to duck into the fishnchips place and get some oysters and fries, which I shared with Rick when their group (which clearly did better than ours, or worse, because they were down a whole lot longer) surfaced and began to pack up. Rick had never had anybody greet him as he came out of the water with a fried oyster, and thought it was a rather nice gesture.
Back we went to the shop for the video review . . . but before the video review came the parade of purchases. Bolt snaps, line of various sorts, and other not-to-be-mentioned items found their way into people's possession. (Did I mention that one of the reasons I couldn't do the kicks very well was that I had entirely the wrong sort of fins? We are not going into any greater detail because I am trying to preserve my marriage.) You ever heard the complaint that diving classes are just a way for dive shops to make money selling learning divers equipment? Well, DIR classes are NO different in that regard
The video review: Everybody has read about this. It's the humiliation of Fundies. It's Bob saying, "Who IS that in my drysuit?" Well, I am here to tell you all that, if your expectations are low enough, the video review isn't bad at all. I was amazed to see that I basically maintained good trim (until I got worried about my buddies). I was delighted to hear that my modified flutter wasn't too bad. I wasn't surprised to see that my frog kick was backwards, but somewhat surprised at just how backwards it was, and happy to see that it made progress toward correct after Steve's intervention. I was thrilled to see the hover motionless, even if I later failed to reproduce it. Even the second dive had some good moments -- I managed the regulator removal and replacement without any change in buoyancy, even if I held my breath in the second half of the regulator exchange and gained about five feet. I'm no DIR diver, but I've come SO far from the descents on my back when Bob met me that I'm not devastated at all. Unlike SeaJay, I didn't come into this thinking I was all that, and the fact that the video proves it doesn't bother me much.
I have to say that one of the divers taking this class with us had EIGHT total dives before he started this class. That's guts. In fact, that's brass ones. At eight dives, I was still trying to SURVIVE under water.
Once video review was complete, we returned to theory. Tonight was gas management, and I have to say that there was basically nothing (except Steve's wonderful stories) about that part of the class that I didn't get from Bob's gas management seminar. It was a review of familiar material, which was fine. We went on from there to gases, and heard about the DIR proscription against diving deep air (or air at all, if possible). The story Steve told, which is his own, was an amazing argument against deep air. It really will make me rethink my own parameters for diving, although I have no intention of learning to use trimix.
We talked a little bit about deco, and bubble models, and the DIR practice of breaking the "three minute safety stop" into three separate stops, all of which makes good sense to me. We talked about deep stops, and on- and off-gassing, and I was delighted to discover that all the stuff I have read on Scubaboard and links that SB members have provided me had given me an excellent basis for understanding this part of the class.
And I have to say that this was the level of theory teaching I wanted when I learned to dive. And this was "theory light" for DIR.