LJS North Wall, Tuesday night August 15th
Info:
Cool, slightly overcast evening with a 4-6 knot breeze from the N/W
Swell height 1'-2'
2.5' tide at 1930 hrs, diminishing on a 1.5 knot ebb
Sea surface temperature was 65 degrees
Temperature at max depth was 59 degrees
Visibility 5'-10'
Sea surface was confused, with 1'-2' waves continuing well past the buoy
Max depth 90'
Total bottom time 52 minutes
The Report:
I met up with a whole crowd of people to dive the canyon tonight. Kim, Jen, Marianne, Steve, Jesus and I geared up and split into 3 2-person buddy teams for the nights adventures. The North wall was our destination, so over the hills and through the woods we went, with grandma waiting for us at 70'. Staring into the setting sun, we trudged across the sand, eventually encountering a very confused sea. Waves were coming from all angles, which didn't make it any more difficult, but everyone got a chance to rub saltwater out of their eyes and enjoy the taste of the sea until well past the buoy. The sea surface reminded me more of the Marine Room at high tide, than the Shores. Even at our drop site, waves were breaking as they encountered the floating reef made up of 6 black clad heads.
When our fancy 'Whamo' depth indicator said 30', we gave up the thrill of surface life for a quieter existence below the sea. In very short order, our fins were facing East and our masks West. Westward ho and down into the canyon we went, leveling off at approximately 85'. Visibility was poor on initial landing, with that gift staying with us throughout the dive. Life was very abundant today, even though it got off to a slow start. It wasn't until we were at max depth and heading North that we spotted our first indication of life. Ocean Whitefish, Lizardfiish and juvenile Rockfish were prolific, with multiple sightings throughout the dive. A couple of Plainfin Midshipman spiced things up as we progressed slowly up slope. Sanddabs, a C-O Sole and a couple of Horneyhead Turbot kept us entertained en route to the wall.
Once at the Brittlestar encrusted wall, life truly blossomed in all it's glory. The Brittlestars were a convention of Walmart greeters, as everyone shook everyone else's hand with every appendage they had at their disposal. Every hole held a bounty of life. Blacksmiths forged their way into and out of their stalls, Painted Greenlings flitted artistically around, while huge Cancer Crabs sat grumpily in their lairs. Two Spot Octopus occupied a few of the holes, while a couple of very large Vermillion Rockfish wedged themselves comfortably in for the night. A few Coonstripe Shrimp popped out of their holes to see what the commotion was, including one who dragged junior out, well passed his bedtime. We were also able to glimpse a small portion of a pair of Catalina Triopha, as they were stuffed like sausages into small crevices.
Everyone seemed to hit turn around pressure within a minute of each other, so with that consensus, we headed over the wall towards shore. Leaving the wall behind, the sloping sand gifted us with Barred Sandbass, more Ocean Whitefish, including one behemoth who was easily 16"-18" long. We saw several sizes of Halibut, including one very large Pacific Halibut. I had never seen a Pacific before, and was surprised by how vividly their spots and markings stand out compared to the more subdued California variety. Continuing shallower, we saw a very cute juvenile Pacific Sanddab, also brilliantly colored, and only 2" long. 3 different Pipefish in 3 different sizes greeted us at 3 different locations on the swim in. Stingrays, Cusk eels, a Batray flyby and several baby Shovelnose Guitarfish rounded out our evening.
Amazingly enough, our animal encounters didn't stop at the waterline. Once ashore, we found the beach awash with youths littering the beach in a wealth of hormones and loud music. They were grouped by the hundreds it seems around various fires. As we approached one group, I thought my HID light had gone out, before quickly realizing, it had simply been overpowered by the blue glow of cellphone LCDs. If evolution stays it's current coarse, future generations will surely have atrophied vocal chords, and thumbs the size of sausages. In spite of my fears over the future of our species, it was a wonderful dive with a wonderful group of dive buddies. I can't wait to do it again.
John A.