Day 4: Hitting a Wall
Even though we took the day off yesterday, both Reggie and I didn’t feel great at the start of the morning. It was cold and windy, I had weird dreams, we were putting on wet shell suits in the wind, etc. After the first dive, I called the second dive off and we went to the warmth and comfort of the dive shop to discuss academics.
Day 4: Selected Observations
As I mentioned previously, I can generally finish dives within 300-400 psi (roughly 20-25 bar) of Reggie. However, we’ve observed an interesting pattern to my air consumption. I breathe fairly heavy on my first third, but when we turn the dive, I either match or beat his SAC rate on the way home.
We started the course using LP85 twinsets. I’m 5’4” (163cm) and not particularly strong, so we started with the smallest tanks that seemed appropriate. These small-capacity tanks worked very well for several short repetitive dives (20:00-ish) or mid-range dives (45:00-ish). However, my consumption isn’t quite good enough to reach the Apprentice-level sites that we need to reach next week. Tomorrow, we’re going to try LP108 on one dive and LP95 on the other, to see which of them is better fit for my needs.
I have a really frustrating mental block when it comes to reel use. The Empire State Building, the Sears Tower, and Burj Khalifa located on this block. Getting all the steps together without skipping anything or accidentally reversing reel direction and keeping the right tension on the line require all of my concentration and it takes away from my buoyancy management and situational awareness. Reggie sent me home with four different reels tonight for some practice time.
I haven’t been able to start the practice yet tonight. The fingertips on my left hand are really raw, to the point that washing my hair stung and burned. Right hand is a little chewed up, but not nearly as much. A lot of the initial damage to my left-hand was during the inversion recovery in The Ear. However, it’s been getting worse at a faster rate than the right hand. I think this is because I’m right-handed, so I do the brute-strength pulls with my left arm. I’m try to do more palm-based pulling as I go forward. Someone at the shop recommended “New Skin” coverings, which I plan to try tomorrow.
Day 4: Too Much
I can’t really give you a composed narrative of the dive. Near end of our planned time, I felt really overwhelmed by the number of tasks that we had set out to accomplish and couldn’t really focus and just wanted to get the hell out and find some surface air.
This was a planned decompression dive using O2. We entered through The Ear, which went better today than it did in previous days. There was a hard rain in the early hours of Thursday morning, which seems to have somehow mitigated the flow. I was less tired when I reached the Grim Reaper at the bottom than any other day. Somewhere nearby (but closer to the main tunnel, I think?), we dropped our deco bottles.
The primary drill for the dive was to head back to Hill 400 (I think) and then execute three jumps heading toward a tee in the line. There was another instructor with two students working at the jump when we arrived, and the delay put us behind and made me a little more nervous about being able to carry out the plan before hitting thirds. I fumbled a little with the reel, I was nervous, and was working on the second jump when I had to call the dive. We turned the dive.
Things felt crazy (but objectively, probably were not that bad) on the way out. I tried the Basic Cave lost line drill again but made the same orientation mistakes as I did yesterday. Reggie and I discussed how to fix this set of mistakes in detail and I’m going to try again tomorrow. We had a blackout air-share drill where I was the donor getting out of the cave. We grabbed our deco bottles and left out The Eye – Reggie complimented me on a really smooth pick-up and fast clipping as we moved towards the exit, so I had something to be proud of on this dive.
We did our deco and went back in on recalculated thirds for additional drilling, for which we dropped our deco bottles ahead of time. Going back for this second set of drills was stressful and I did my best to keep my focus, but it was tough. There was stuff in partial blackout, there was air-sharing… post-dive, it’s blending together in my head. My tanks were fairly low at this point (900-ish psi) and becoming positively buoyant. When I felt like I couldn’t control my buoyancy well and manage other tasks and be safe, we had made it out into the basin when I took my blindfold off.
We were supposed to head back in and grab our deco bottles stationed around 30 feet, but I “noped” Reggie on that. He understood and graciously went back in to retrieve them both. I was simply too taxed to handle another entry/exit cycle safely.