Frank O
Contributor
Date: August 20, 2006
Dive location: Avalon wreck, Palos Verdes
Buddy(ies): Jon Davies
Time: 1:30 p.m.
Run time: 44 min
Max depth: 73 ft
Vis: 50 ft+
Temp at depth: 55 F
Jon and I got really lucky with conditions Sunday. First we took our respective preteens (and my spouse) to Christmas Tree Cove in Palos Verdes for freediving/snorkeling, anchoring in about 20 ft of water on the south side of the cove. Vis was very good, about 25 ft, though a little fuzzy. We watched a pair of bat rays digging up lunch, and I made a couple of stabs at long-lost breath-hold (deepest freedive was 23 ft -- Tanya, your records are safe). Surface temps a tropical 68 F.
Next we headed over to the Avalon wreck for the dads to do a tank dive. As we descended we headed into a layer of green schmutz which steeled me for resignation -- but below about 40 ft the vis opened up to 50 ft+. A couple of giant sea bass darted by, but were too skittish and too far away for my fisheye. There were three or four big lings, a couple of dad garibaldi guarding nests and an assortment of slugs. It was a little chilly in wetsuits on the wreck, but our stops were toasty.
Dive location: Avalon wreck, Palos Verdes
Buddy(ies): Jon Davies
Time: 1:30 p.m.
Run time: 44 min
Max depth: 73 ft
Vis: 50 ft+
Temp at depth: 55 F
Jon and I got really lucky with conditions Sunday. First we took our respective preteens (and my spouse) to Christmas Tree Cove in Palos Verdes for freediving/snorkeling, anchoring in about 20 ft of water on the south side of the cove. Vis was very good, about 25 ft, though a little fuzzy. We watched a pair of bat rays digging up lunch, and I made a couple of stabs at long-lost breath-hold (deepest freedive was 23 ft -- Tanya, your records are safe). Surface temps a tropical 68 F.
Next we headed over to the Avalon wreck for the dads to do a tank dive. As we descended we headed into a layer of green schmutz which steeled me for resignation -- but below about 40 ft the vis opened up to 50 ft+. A couple of giant sea bass darted by, but were too skittish and too far away for my fisheye. There were three or four big lings, a couple of dad garibaldi guarding nests and an assortment of slugs. It was a little chilly in wetsuits on the wreck, but our stops were toasty.