Roughwaterjohn
Contributor
La Jolla Shores, Saturday 03-10-07
Info: Secret Garden
Warm day with hazy skies
Surf 2’ -3’ with very short intervals
1.5’ tide on a 0.3 knot flood
Sea surface temperature was 59 degrees
Temperature at max depth was 51 degrees
Medium surge at all depths, slightly more significant in the shallows
Visibility averaged 15’at depth, 5’ or less in the shallows
Max depth 110’
Total bottom time 49 minutes
Photos:
Here is a link to the photos from this dive
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v116/krowsea/LJS 03-10-07/
Report:
I decided to do a dive safari today, as I was unsure where I wanted to dive or what conditions would allow. Sleeping in and refusing to set my alarm found me at the Cove around 9:30AM. Checking with a couple of exiting divers, it seemed conditions were surgy and 10’ of visibility at best. Since those weren’t premium conditions for a Cove dive, I decided to pass.
Back in my truck, and off to the Marine Room I went. The seas were relatively calm, but since it was a very low tide, it didn’t look like conditions for the shallow Reefs south of the restaurant would be much fun either. Feeling a little like Goldilocks, I got back in my truck and headed for the Shores. Pulling into the lot, I could see a surf competition was in full swing, two or three girl’s soccer teams were practicing on the grass, a video crew was filming some type of commercial in the lot and 500-600 divers were lounging on the grass in various states of preparedness or relaxation. Well Goldilocks, your third and final bed is quite full, but we’re all friends here and I’m fairly open minded, so I decided to climb on in. I found the last parking spot in the last row and claimed it as mine.
I took my time gearing up as I had no obligations and nowhere to be after this. I eventually found myself leaving the large expanse of sand for the cool pacific waters. I entered in front of the lifeguard tower, figuring I would head to the Secret Garden today. What the waves lacked in stature, they made up for in sheer relentless consistency. Once past waist deep water, I found myself taking a breath to duck below an incoming wave. Surfacing on the backside, I looked up and thought, “look, another big wave”, which I also ducked below. Another quick surface, another big wave, surface, big wave, surface, big wave, surface, big wave…..well, you get the idea.
Perseverance and long legs eventually found me with both fins on and continuing my westward march. On my back and kicking hard, I felt more like a Coast Guard cutter plowing through heavy seas, as my head broke the waves before they crashed over me heading towards shore. Persistence once again came to my rescue, as I eventually found myself in calm water behind the surf line. I lined up with the Lifeguard tower and the end of the pier, figuring I’d be in 35’-40’ of water. 16’ later, with the bottom only inches below me, I headed west.
Most of the squid eggs are missing from the sand flats, victims of the surge or predators I’m not sure. I saw a very nice Hermit Crab in an elaborate shell, but I must have looked like a Leviathan from the deep, as he wanted nothing to do with me, backing up so fast he actually fell over backwards before scuttling away. Well, knowing when I’m not wanted, I declined to pursue. Visibility at this point had been a sketchy 5’-8’, but seemed to open up to a decent 15’ as I dropped down into the canyon.
The draw was pretty barren, but as I hit 100’ and the flats below the gardens loomed before me, I could see where all the squid eggs had gone. Here was the vast carpet I remembered from previous dives. I wandered aimlessly through the Gardens for awhile, finding the same Hemphill Crab on the same red Gorgonian as my last dive. There were what seemed to be hundreds of baby Rockfish littering the water column with their juvenile antics. I tried photographing a few, but the surge at depth and their psychotic flitting around proved too much for my meager skills.
Gobies of several varieties watched me warily, while Dorids and nudibranchs with Latin names much longer than they scuttled along the bottom. A few crabby denizens postured and tried to start fights, but I declined. With my computer showing my NDL leaving the safety of green bars for the scandalous yellow ones, and with red bars only minutes away from rearing their ugly heads, I decided to head upslope, denying them the chance to control my depths and durations.
A few Turbots and Stingrays passed below, but in the continuing surge and dropping visibility I left them to their own devices. At 40’ visibility had dropped to 5’ or so and the surge continued its slight creep up in intensity. By 20’, with visibility dropping below 1’-2’, I decided to clip off my camera while I could still see to do it. My shoreward trek found me in Stevie Wonder mode, smiling and enjoying myself, but not really sure where I was or what my surroundings looked like.
A big-dialed compass, strong leg kicks and an unwavering ability to move forward while immersed in fog, something I perfected in the 60’s if memory serves correctly, eventually found me in 4’ of water. Facing the waves I knew would come, I stood up and smiled with that warm glow of satisfaction that comes from correctly seeing the future, right before I grabbed a breath and ducked below a big wave. Perseverance once again held me in good stead, as I gained the shore with only minimal ducking and swayings as I took off my fins and headed shallower. Overall, I’d say it was a pretty good dive, mainly because I was diving as opposed to doing something else, but still it was quite enjoyable. With a line of cars flashing their turn signals at me and passengers asking me if I was leaving, I quickly changed, and left.
Info: Secret Garden
Warm day with hazy skies
Surf 2’ -3’ with very short intervals
1.5’ tide on a 0.3 knot flood
Sea surface temperature was 59 degrees
Temperature at max depth was 51 degrees
Medium surge at all depths, slightly more significant in the shallows
Visibility averaged 15’at depth, 5’ or less in the shallows
Max depth 110’
Total bottom time 49 minutes
Photos:
Here is a link to the photos from this dive
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v116/krowsea/LJS 03-10-07/
Report:
I decided to do a dive safari today, as I was unsure where I wanted to dive or what conditions would allow. Sleeping in and refusing to set my alarm found me at the Cove around 9:30AM. Checking with a couple of exiting divers, it seemed conditions were surgy and 10’ of visibility at best. Since those weren’t premium conditions for a Cove dive, I decided to pass.
Back in my truck, and off to the Marine Room I went. The seas were relatively calm, but since it was a very low tide, it didn’t look like conditions for the shallow Reefs south of the restaurant would be much fun either. Feeling a little like Goldilocks, I got back in my truck and headed for the Shores. Pulling into the lot, I could see a surf competition was in full swing, two or three girl’s soccer teams were practicing on the grass, a video crew was filming some type of commercial in the lot and 500-600 divers were lounging on the grass in various states of preparedness or relaxation. Well Goldilocks, your third and final bed is quite full, but we’re all friends here and I’m fairly open minded, so I decided to climb on in. I found the last parking spot in the last row and claimed it as mine.
I took my time gearing up as I had no obligations and nowhere to be after this. I eventually found myself leaving the large expanse of sand for the cool pacific waters. I entered in front of the lifeguard tower, figuring I would head to the Secret Garden today. What the waves lacked in stature, they made up for in sheer relentless consistency. Once past waist deep water, I found myself taking a breath to duck below an incoming wave. Surfacing on the backside, I looked up and thought, “look, another big wave”, which I also ducked below. Another quick surface, another big wave, surface, big wave, surface, big wave, surface, big wave…..well, you get the idea.
Perseverance and long legs eventually found me with both fins on and continuing my westward march. On my back and kicking hard, I felt more like a Coast Guard cutter plowing through heavy seas, as my head broke the waves before they crashed over me heading towards shore. Persistence once again came to my rescue, as I eventually found myself in calm water behind the surf line. I lined up with the Lifeguard tower and the end of the pier, figuring I’d be in 35’-40’ of water. 16’ later, with the bottom only inches below me, I headed west.
Most of the squid eggs are missing from the sand flats, victims of the surge or predators I’m not sure. I saw a very nice Hermit Crab in an elaborate shell, but I must have looked like a Leviathan from the deep, as he wanted nothing to do with me, backing up so fast he actually fell over backwards before scuttling away. Well, knowing when I’m not wanted, I declined to pursue. Visibility at this point had been a sketchy 5’-8’, but seemed to open up to a decent 15’ as I dropped down into the canyon.
The draw was pretty barren, but as I hit 100’ and the flats below the gardens loomed before me, I could see where all the squid eggs had gone. Here was the vast carpet I remembered from previous dives. I wandered aimlessly through the Gardens for awhile, finding the same Hemphill Crab on the same red Gorgonian as my last dive. There were what seemed to be hundreds of baby Rockfish littering the water column with their juvenile antics. I tried photographing a few, but the surge at depth and their psychotic flitting around proved too much for my meager skills.
Gobies of several varieties watched me warily, while Dorids and nudibranchs with Latin names much longer than they scuttled along the bottom. A few crabby denizens postured and tried to start fights, but I declined. With my computer showing my NDL leaving the safety of green bars for the scandalous yellow ones, and with red bars only minutes away from rearing their ugly heads, I decided to head upslope, denying them the chance to control my depths and durations.
A few Turbots and Stingrays passed below, but in the continuing surge and dropping visibility I left them to their own devices. At 40’ visibility had dropped to 5’ or so and the surge continued its slight creep up in intensity. By 20’, with visibility dropping below 1’-2’, I decided to clip off my camera while I could still see to do it. My shoreward trek found me in Stevie Wonder mode, smiling and enjoying myself, but not really sure where I was or what my surroundings looked like.
A big-dialed compass, strong leg kicks and an unwavering ability to move forward while immersed in fog, something I perfected in the 60’s if memory serves correctly, eventually found me in 4’ of water. Facing the waves I knew would come, I stood up and smiled with that warm glow of satisfaction that comes from correctly seeing the future, right before I grabbed a breath and ducked below a big wave. Perseverance once again held me in good stead, as I gained the shore with only minimal ducking and swayings as I took off my fins and headed shallower. Overall, I’d say it was a pretty good dive, mainly because I was diving as opposed to doing something else, but still it was quite enjoyable. With a line of cars flashing their turn signals at me and passengers asking me if I was leaving, I quickly changed, and left.