Dang it's good to be home and to warmer water. Eric (Lil Irish Temper) and Paula (Diver_Paula) were excellent buddies, and good divers also! It was really nice to go someplace I have never dived before and meet new buddies-- and they are good divers! Once again, the folks of ScubaBoard truly are the best! Well except for NO SHOW J
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(ok, ok, must admit, he did PM me afterwards and apologized, however, I believe there is some sort of consolation in the form of beer or rum that needs to be given
to me!)
The boat we chartered is Overtime Charters out of Northeast, PA. It was a 28ft Wellcraft fishing/dive boat, although there appeared to be a lot more fishing gear than dive gear. Dave the Captain, took us out 11 miles NNW to the Dean Richmond. Thankfully, we were not rushed at anytime. I donned my wetsuit, and immediately jumped/intentional belly smacker into the water to cool off. It was odd to wear so much neoprene when the air was 80°. I listened to my buddies and took the suggestion of using 20+ lbs (+ 4lb BP). Man, I was over weighted big time! Sinking like the over weighted diver I was, I had to inflate on the way down, and managed to only finger touch the wreck instead of a crash and burn. More noticeable however was the incredible temperature change. At 51ft. was the thermocline. It got colder from there. From 74° on the surface to 43° on the bottom, my lips felt like I was sucking on a huge ice cube and I could not let go. The cold penetrated the wetsuit, and I was incredibly grateful to Paula who brought a cold water hood and gloves for me. My mask, the first time I was using this particular one since losing my prescription mask a couple weeks ago did not fit quite right. It felt as if it were leaking, but I decided it better to leave well enough alone than risk that cold water in my eyes. Actually I think maybe that was why my vision was blurrythe eyes were cold also!
Back on the wreck, we had descended near the prop and followed the hull to the bow and returned. The vis, 10 ft or so on the surface opened up to 50ft.+ below the thermocline, and there was almost no current. What seemed like eternity in the cold suddenly became the end of the dive and we started our ascent.
Still over weighted I kept dumping air, but the BP still seemed to be pulling me up, while the weightbelt was dragging me down. Not a nice position to be in, granted I could think of worse, but I was there trying to keep from going up too fast, yet not get dragged down either. The safety stop was uneventful, thank God. But I did feel something move, and I wasnt too sure I liked the feeling. Oh well. Then it moved again and I realized I was losing my weight belt. Actually, I felt it and managed to grab a hold of it just in time before it sunk to the bottom. Now the still partially inflated wing is trying to bring me to the surface, my weightbelt is slung over the arm I am holding onto the line with as I try to the wing with my other hand. Eric at first gave me a quizzical look as I showed him my weight belt, then understanding the situation, took it from my so I could concentrate on removing the remaining air. Feet first, thanks to lots of neoprene I surfaced not too fast. Eric gave the Captain my weight belt and we climbed on board. Incident over. Good dive. Total dive time 22 mins. Depth to 104ft fw.
We took a leisurely hour plus surface interval and Paula feeling better joined us for dive number two. I removed 6lbs of weight for this dive. Eric was the first in, then I, followed by Paula. We went down the line at the bow to the wreck. Again the thermocline was at 51ft. Ok, so I am easily amused. 51 ft. I am warm. 53ft. its pretty dang cold. Warm. Cold. Warm. Cold.
The S K Martin didnt seem as intact as the Richmond, maybe it was because of the low vis
.10-12ft in some places, or the abundance of zebra mussels and gobies, still it was neat exploring the wreck, me preferring to stay above the thermocline. Eric escorted me around for a minute or so. Oh, he didnt know he was. Thanks Buddy!
Paula and I continued our dive as Eric headed for the surface, her showing me the rudder and other nifty items that looked like mussel covered wood to me. The gobies were cool. I saw at least 3 kinds. There were hundreds of them! Some were 5-6 long and all were very tolerant of this visitor taking a closer look see. I did not have the mask issues this time, and all too soon, it was time to depart the watery depths.
Oh, the anchor story. Somebody forgot to secure the anchor the last time they were out Perch fishing (about the only fish I will eat), and it slipped off the bow, got tangled in the prop and had to be cut loose by our hero, ERIC! Whoo Hoo!
Would I do this again? You betcha! Same buddies? Absolutely!
Best part? Having good buddies.
Worst part? No dry suit! LOL