TSandM:And as if that lesson in humility were not enough . . .
I did dive the gear tonight. I felt very much as though I had been immersed in a bowl of overcooked spaghetti and was trying to eat it neatly while wearing thick, neoprene gloves.
I was attached to far too many things, all of which were connected to me with recalcitrant bolt snaps, and none of which were where I thought they were when I tried to find them. I did manage to get my SPG unclipped to check it, but never managed to get it clipped again, and decided a runaway ascent was not something I was willing to risk to try any harder -- it could hang. I did manage an air-share with Bob (he wouldn't have died) but kicked up a square meter of silt doing so, and never got the hose tucked under my light canister again.
And at the end of the dive, Bob still had to get me out of the harness. This is definitely going to take work.
I love these threads. I had a whole series recounting my public humiliation. Stories in front of the TV, watching WestWing clipping and unclipping stuff to the harness while wifie thinks I'm mental.
Walking around the house donning and doffing (thumbs in the shoulder D-rings was the ticket for me) the rig, etc.
I thought I had it all dialed in (consulting the NoCal Beatnik and all) - then when I took Fundies and my instructor loosned it all up so I was no longer a prisinor. In fact, all 5 of us had the harness too tight!
DO NOT STOP POSTING THIS STUFF.
You rule. HBdivegirl is taking her Fundies in Nov... I'm sure her public humiliation will begin any day now...
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Ken