Reg Braithwaite
Contributor
Yesterday I drove out to Brockville to dive the Robert Gaskin and Lillie Parsons. I've dived both before, but I'm a new diver: these were my 47th and 48th dives. I was a walk-on, and I was on the boat with a group on a trip from Québec.
The first dive was the Gaskin.
After the briefing, the captain asked if anyone had questions. I raised my hand and mentioned that I needed a buddy. The DM for the group indicated that he had four advanced divers and I should dive with them, while he took the remainder who were less experienced.
Ok, so a group of five is not exactly a buddy team, what I did was note that the four were actually two couples, so I decided mentally to stay close to one couple. We gathered in the water on the mooring line, and when the five of us were ready, they waved me down to go first. I descended, looking back to see my buddy couple following. My system was to attach myself to whichever couple followed me first.
They signaled ok, and when we reached the bottom we waited, but no sign of the other couple or the rest of the group. After a while, the other two waved toward the wreck, so we set off as a threesome.
...blah blah, enjoyable dive with nice no-overhead penetration in 70F water...
We returned to the stern of the wreck, which is the downstream end. The mooring line is anchored to a block just downstream of this, and wouldn't you know it, we couldn't see it due to the area now being fully silted and all the silt flowing that way.
So I curse myself for not paying very close attention to navigating back to the mooring line. The other two are holding position, looking confused and shrugging. I take my SMB out, and they nod. Now, I considered a search for the mooring line, but at that moment I reasoned that an ascent with plenty of air in the pocket beats looking for the mooring line and falling back to Plan B with low air.
So I deploy the SMB, and--like the danger to life and limb that I am--am paying too much attention to reeling it in. Suddenly I am rocketing up. I blow the air out of my dry suit and my wing simultaneously, and drop back to 25', where I reel myself to 15' under better control. The other two have scended with me, and we drift down river together. I wait five minutes, then we surface together downstream of the boat.
A freighter cruises by some distance away, and I curse myself again: when ascending, I was looking UP, but not ALL AROUND ME. I was not navigating away from the shipping channel. I was told later that the boat was watching the SMB the whole way and the captain knew the freighter would not pass close to us, but *I* didn't know that so I am still cursing myself.
Anyhoo, the boat cruises down and picks us up, and I find out that the other couple were underweighted. Eschewing hand-over-hand down the line, they tried to swim down and were likewise carried downstream, but without the benefit of an SMB. The captain tells me he's very ok with my choice, but I'm left with the uncomfortable realization that I still have much to learn before I am reliably doing the right thing when something goes wrong.
Other criticisms/suggestions? What else can we learn from this? Should the captain have asked me to "step into my office with your C card and a match"?
The first dive was the Gaskin.
After the briefing, the captain asked if anyone had questions. I raised my hand and mentioned that I needed a buddy. The DM for the group indicated that he had four advanced divers and I should dive with them, while he took the remainder who were less experienced.
Ok, so a group of five is not exactly a buddy team, what I did was note that the four were actually two couples, so I decided mentally to stay close to one couple. We gathered in the water on the mooring line, and when the five of us were ready, they waved me down to go first. I descended, looking back to see my buddy couple following. My system was to attach myself to whichever couple followed me first.
They signaled ok, and when we reached the bottom we waited, but no sign of the other couple or the rest of the group. After a while, the other two waved toward the wreck, so we set off as a threesome.
...blah blah, enjoyable dive with nice no-overhead penetration in 70F water...
We returned to the stern of the wreck, which is the downstream end. The mooring line is anchored to a block just downstream of this, and wouldn't you know it, we couldn't see it due to the area now being fully silted and all the silt flowing that way.
So I curse myself for not paying very close attention to navigating back to the mooring line. The other two are holding position, looking confused and shrugging. I take my SMB out, and they nod. Now, I considered a search for the mooring line, but at that moment I reasoned that an ascent with plenty of air in the pocket beats looking for the mooring line and falling back to Plan B with low air.
So I deploy the SMB, and--like the danger to life and limb that I am--am paying too much attention to reeling it in. Suddenly I am rocketing up. I blow the air out of my dry suit and my wing simultaneously, and drop back to 25', where I reel myself to 15' under better control. The other two have scended with me, and we drift down river together. I wait five minutes, then we surface together downstream of the boat.
A freighter cruises by some distance away, and I curse myself again: when ascending, I was looking UP, but not ALL AROUND ME. I was not navigating away from the shipping channel. I was told later that the boat was watching the SMB the whole way and the captain knew the freighter would not pass close to us, but *I* didn't know that so I am still cursing myself.
Anyhoo, the boat cruises down and picks us up, and I find out that the other couple were underweighted. Eschewing hand-over-hand down the line, they tried to swim down and were likewise carried downstream, but without the benefit of an SMB. The captain tells me he's very ok with my choice, but I'm left with the uncomfortable realization that I still have much to learn before I am reliably doing the right thing when something goes wrong.
Other criticisms/suggestions? What else can we learn from this? Should the captain have asked me to "step into my office with your C card and a match"?