Point Loma Kelp / 3 Fingers
11-20-2005
Info:
5.3 high tide, on a 1.6 knot ebb
Sunny skies, no wind and flat seas
Bottom temp 58 degrees
Visibility 8-10, with occasional 15
Max depth, dive one: 73
Average depth, dive one: 53
Bottom time, dive one: 44 minutes
Max depth, dive two: 71
Average depth, dive two: 49
Bottom time, dive two: 55 minutes
Photo link:
http://photobucket.com/albums/v116/krowsea/3 Fingers 11-20-05/?start=0
The Report:
Stepping into the pilothouse, I turned the key and felt the big diesel rumble to life a couple of levels below me. I dont know why, but hearing the exhaust note and feeling the floor vibrate with the power of the diesel coming to life, always brings a smile to my face and fills me with contentment. Watching the gauges, I scanned the temperature, oil pressure and hydraulic pressure. When everything was warmed up and at optimum pressure, I told Terry to cast off the lines and climb aboard. We backed the Glenna Jane out of her slip, leaving Shelter Island behind and heading towards the channel leading from San Diego Bay to the open ocean. The skies were brilliant blue as we passed buoy 5 and headed north along the Point Loma peninsula.
Arriving at 3 Fingers, we dropped the anchor in 65 of water, then backed the boat down to set the anchor and lay enough chain to keep us secure. While Joanne stayed on board to monitor the radio and make sure the boat maintained her position, Terry and I suited up and dropped off the swim step, landing near numerous kelp stalks, but staking out small patches of open water for our descent. We could see the kelp dropping away into the deep, so on the surface at least, visibility looked good.
Dropping slowly from the surface, the water quickly turned green, taking the good visibility from us and handing us a decent 8-10 in return. We were going to be bottom crawlers today, so the visibility was sufficient for our needs. I brought a camera with me, and since I have never used a digital camera underwater before, I chose the slow and the tiny as my subjects today. 10 would be plenty to see what we needed to see and, hopefully, capture the lil buggers on film. We followed the chain to its terminus at the anchor, and finding it secure and unobstructed, we headed out west to start our dive. A broken shell bottom structure was mixed evenly with rocks and outcroppings of various sizes and shapes. While kelp reached to the surface all around us, we poked and snooped into various nooks and crannies.
We spotted a Banded Guitarfish as soon as we left the chain, then an abundance of Rockfish, Lobster, varieties of Shrimp and an ocean full of Sargo, Senoritas and Sheephead. Whenever we slowed down, we saw a wide variety of nudibranchs finding pleasure in scouring the assorted rocks and kelp for love and food. Between this and our second dive, we saw at minimum, the following nudis and such
Polycera Tricolor, Catalina Triopha, Cadlina Favomaculata, Cadlina limbaughhorum, Cadlina Luteomarginata, Chromodoris Macfarlandi, Archhidoris Odhneri, Anisodoris Noblis, Diaulula Sandiegensis, Doriopsilla albopunctata, Tritonia Festiva, Flabellina Iodinea,
Flabellina Trilineata, Cuthona Divae, and maybe (i.d. pending) Cuthona Rolleri.
Deciding to return to the boat, we headed back east, and after boarding, we relaxed on the back deck, sunning ourselves and eating freshly BBQd hamburgers, while our surface interval played itself out. Hunger sated and computers once again happy with us and willing to play, we once again dropped into the ocean, checking gear and slowly sinking to the bottom. This time, we headed south, exploring rock pinnacles and sand channels filled with life. Lobster and Purple Sea Urchins once again took up residence in every hiding place available, while Sargo, Opaleye, Sheephead and Blacksmith danced the dance of aquatic fervor around our progress south.
Cruising over and around the many rock structures, we saw more varieties of Rockfish than Im willing to recount, a strip club full of Nudis, and a scattering of starfish in various colors, sizes and postures. Peering into an alcove between two large rocks, I saw a Sun Star colored like molten lava burning on the bottom. With air remaining but computers expressing their disgust with our continued presence on the bottom, we turned around, heading back north, increasing our distance from the bottom as we kicked. Nearing the boat once again, we found ourselves at 20 hanging around various stalks of kelp, enjoying the play of light and the secret lives of leaf dwellers. Besides interesting Norris Top Snails, we spotted even more Nudis, along with various symbiotic plants and growths, all adding their beauty to an already magnificent forest of kelp.
Back on board, we changed into our traveling clothes, returned the diesel to its pleasurable state of kinetic pleasure, pulled up the anchor and headed back to Shelter Island. Rounding the point, we looked back at the sunset illuminating our wake, capping a glorious day underwater. We arrived back at the dock just after dark, and with running lights blazing and motor purring, we sneaked back into the recently vacated slip. While Terry jumped off and tied off the lines, I reluctantly shut the engine down, and started turning off the various electronics we had used during our voyage. With the simple expedient of tying off the lines and hooking up the power and water, our vessel had stopped being a dive boat, and was once again a home. Sitting on the back deck after all the work was done, dinner filling my belly and a glass of wine perched precariously in my hand, I realized, it was a good day of diving, but it was great to be home.
John A.