HBDiveGirl
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Date: December 22, 2006
Drive Location: Old Marineland Parking Lot
Walk Location: The Point, and Bowling Ball Beach
Buddy: The irrepressible Mo2vation
Time: 8:30 AM
Bottom Time: ZEEEE-Roooo
Rock Time: 30 minutes
Max Depth: 1 foot above the high tide line
Vis: Couple of miles, Catalina obscured in clouds
Wave height: Some 4 foot mackers
Surface Temp: Hot sun, cool wind
Tide information: High, high, high
Gas mix: 89 octane in the 'cruiser, KenyaAA in the 'Chica, Jones-Sweet-Something for Ken.
Top reason Pasley should hurry home: Wind on water is prettier than wind over desert sand.
Comments: Last chance to dive before Christmas, ('cause I had to bail on last night's dive due to some virus going all speed-bag on my larynx all week.) so we headed for Old Marineland as the rain clouds cleared to cerulean blue skies. Gorgeous vistas and sunlight reflecting off an ocean colored like beaten copper. I saw a whale spout in the distance and birds flocked over roiling bait balls. The Marineland waterfall cascaded down into thickets of dried fennel. Birds sang.
That was the good news.
The bad news started with the swell: Big lines of corduroy slamming against the rocks at the point, the water gnashing almost up to the stubby pole on the highest rock. Our usual entry point was a foamy maelstrom. No diving out here.
The surge and draw at Cobble Beach, heretofore known as Bowling Ball Beach, was impressive. Water moving in and out at least 20 feet, producing that remarkable sound as the boulders were rolled about. Waves were crashing into the cave, spraying white water in all directions. What an endearing sound. I was very grateful to be hearing it from 10 feet above the high tide line rather than from 20 feet out past the surf zone.
It was an absolutely beautiful day.... to not dive.
Driving back toward the South Bay, the blue ocean frothed into white caps all the way to Pt Dume. Howling winds blew spume across the beaches at Redondo. It was nice to be warm and dry.
I missed diving with a wonderful buddy, but as a Drive, it rocked!!!!
Thanks, Ken, for always being ready to dive. 2006 has been spectacular!!
Happy Holidays, everyone!
'Dette
Drive Location: Old Marineland Parking Lot
Walk Location: The Point, and Bowling Ball Beach
Buddy: The irrepressible Mo2vation
Time: 8:30 AM
Bottom Time: ZEEEE-Roooo
Rock Time: 30 minutes
Max Depth: 1 foot above the high tide line
Vis: Couple of miles, Catalina obscured in clouds
Wave height: Some 4 foot mackers
Surface Temp: Hot sun, cool wind
Tide information: High, high, high
Gas mix: 89 octane in the 'cruiser, KenyaAA in the 'Chica, Jones-Sweet-Something for Ken.
Top reason Pasley should hurry home: Wind on water is prettier than wind over desert sand.
Comments: Last chance to dive before Christmas, ('cause I had to bail on last night's dive due to some virus going all speed-bag on my larynx all week.) so we headed for Old Marineland as the rain clouds cleared to cerulean blue skies. Gorgeous vistas and sunlight reflecting off an ocean colored like beaten copper. I saw a whale spout in the distance and birds flocked over roiling bait balls. The Marineland waterfall cascaded down into thickets of dried fennel. Birds sang.
That was the good news.
The bad news started with the swell: Big lines of corduroy slamming against the rocks at the point, the water gnashing almost up to the stubby pole on the highest rock. Our usual entry point was a foamy maelstrom. No diving out here.
The surge and draw at Cobble Beach, heretofore known as Bowling Ball Beach, was impressive. Water moving in and out at least 20 feet, producing that remarkable sound as the boulders were rolled about. Waves were crashing into the cave, spraying white water in all directions. What an endearing sound. I was very grateful to be hearing it from 10 feet above the high tide line rather than from 20 feet out past the surf zone.
It was an absolutely beautiful day.... to not dive.
Driving back toward the South Bay, the blue ocean frothed into white caps all the way to Pt Dume. Howling winds blew spume across the beaches at Redondo. It was nice to be warm and dry.
I missed diving with a wonderful buddy, but as a Drive, it rocked!!!!
Thanks, Ken, for always being ready to dive. 2006 has been spectacular!!
Happy Holidays, everyone!
'Dette