You guys crack me up! Anyway, here's a dive report for today:
Date: 8/15/2006
Dive Location: Diver’s Cove, Laguna Beach
Buddy(ies): Nancy (Mrs. Wetrat)
Time: 9:40 AM
Bottom Time: 53 MIN
Max Depth: 32 FT
Vis: 15-20 FT
Wave height: Flat as a pancake
Temp at depth: Aeris 62 F
Surface Temp: Aeris 66 F
Tide information: Ask riguerin, he's good at that stuff ;-)
Gas mix: 21%
Well, all my dive stories finally got to Mrs. Wetrat and she asked if I would take her on a rare cold water dive. Couldn't roust the lazy rat pups and so, we had a diving date. We arrived at Diver's Cove at a very comfortable hour and geared up. At the bottom of the stairs we were greeted by the snorkel fuzz who asked us to show our snorkels and how much dive experience we had. Having passed that critical test, we entered the pool and started our surface swim. The waves weren't even ankle slappers. More like baby toe slappers.
Right away, we spotted several bat rays that scattered and I saw all of Mrs. Wetrat's annoyance with her 7mm fade with a grin, and off we went toward the reef. Vis was great once we got through the bat ray silt and we started seeing garibaldi, senorita, blacksmith and barred sandbass. We got to the end of the reef and started poking around in Mermaid's Grotto for a bit, where we found a scorpionfish and a big fat lobster. Mrs. Wetrat led the way up the crevice at the end of the grotto and we emerged on top of the reef, which was covered with beautiful aggregating anemones and purple sea urchins. We also some gorgeous specimens of starfish. We returned the way we came, and as we finned across the sand we saw two halibut and two more bat rays, including a little baby. We emerged in about six feet of water, gave the snorkel fuzz the OK sign and headed up the stairs.
All in all, a great dive. Mrs. Wetrat had fun, I got a little more experience diving dry and enjoyed some rare time with my wife without the kids around. On the drive home we dreamed about some day owning a home on the beach in Laguna. We stopped and bought sodas and a lottery ticket, praying the dive gods would smile on us and make our dream come true. I guess it was not our time for divine intervention, and so we returned to our aging tract home full of lazy teens and a mutt with bad breath.
John L.