Date:
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Dive Location:
Redondo Canyon, Veterans Park, Redondo Beach
Buddyies:
Radinator and Mo2vation
Time:
8PM splash
Bottom Time:
1 hour and 7 minutes
Max Depth: 92 feet
Vis: 15 - 20 feet
Wave height: Waves?!?
Temp at depth: Don't wanna know. I was sportin' a wetsuit...
Surface Temp: Balmy, lovely, musta been 68F+
The Dive: The Ocean giveth... and sometimes the Ocean REALLY giveth. And when observant dive buddies findeth... Hold on to your mask 'cause the fun's about to pump up!
Ken, Ray and I walked 380 cubic feet of compressed air into a waveless sea as the sun rolled away under a misted horizon. The warm water actually felt kind of good as I began my first wetsuited dive since the end of lobster season back in March. (Failed wrist seals... dang!) I forgot how sleek and easy it is to fin around: WOW!! I was zooming across the sand flats toward the canyon until buddies pulled me out of my reverie with a "easy there" fin tug. Oops! They were burning up going that pace. We slipped under the first thermocline (36fsw) going a nice sane pace, to enjoy the
sarcastic fringeheads, octopus, lizard fish, flatfish, and occassional squid. My love of my wetsuit was still running high until that shimmer at 63fsw got my attention - Hey! This water's cold! (Ray and Ken looked happy as clams. Warm clams.)
Then we all saw it: The Weirdest Looking 2.5-foot-long pre-historic fish-THING, coasting along in the cold black water, oblivious to our triple-HID blasts.
A Spotted Ratfish (
http://www.elasmodiver.com/spotted_ratfish.htm)
Big eyes, smooth skin with iridescent gold traceries, pectoral fins that were small leathery flaps surrounded by large translucent-rayed fins, a long tail and downward-facing mouth like a ray, and a protruding ratlike snout. Not exactly what you want to bring home to Mom. Like a train-wreck, I couldn't take my eyes off it! It hovered with us for over 10 minutes, passing over and under us, even bumping slowly into my mask plate twice, and then into my hands. It settled on the bottom a few times, and then resumed hovering.
We were continuing down into the canyon, when Ken tapped me innocently on the arm. I turned, eager to see what he'd found, only to stare into the open-barreled business end of...
A Bright Pink Squirt Gun! AAAAIIEEEE!! I jumped back trying to focus, as this masked man gestured wildly, in full-on 7-11 StopAndRob Video-performance mode:
WELL!?!?! COME ON!!!! STICK 'EM UP!!!
omg, now I'm laughing so hard as cold water fills my mask and I try to hold my best horizontal position, fins up, inches off the bottom, with
both hands up over my head!!! Thank goodness Fundies prepared me for emergencies like this!!!:lol:
And then, the game was on.
A yellow rock crab looked up, realized this guy meant business, and
Reached-For-The-Sky with both claws straight up! Then another and another. Not even the disabled were safe, as a one-armed war-veteran had to "Stick IT Up", too. Of course we found the densest patches of rock crabs that I have ever seen in 3 years of diving Redondo Canyon. It was a mass Heist, with snapping claws held aloft on all sides. As fast as I could clear my mask, I was flooding it again as this wonderful madman brought a little no-harm excitement to the crabby hordes. They were extremely successful at chasing us away, so we left a community of very confident crabs to continue about their business.
A Very calm Octopus stared steadily at the
Pink Pistole, settled more deeply into its muddy divot, and made it quite clear: "
I ain't stickin' up Eight for youse guys! Fuggeddaboudit!"
We finally ran out of bottom-time, rock crabs, and sustainable-cold-water-time-for-the-weeny-in-the-wetsuit, and began moving up through the double thermoclines. Ahhhhh.... warmth.
Calmness returned to our breathless-with-laughter team as we eased up to the sandy flats.
Ken suggested an OOA drill, which I gratefully began.. I need the practice. All serious and business-like, I deployed the long hose and my back-up, got "OK" from buddy, unclipped my SPG to check my psi, and then began to raise it to show Ken....
Only to have the Flaming Pink Pistol of Death fly back up in my grille... AIEEEEEKKK!!! Now my mask is flooded up to my dang
eyebrows. Cripes! A Blind S-Drill! It's like fundies all over again! I was instantly waiting for Ray to either go unconscious or begin OxTox seizures (in perfect trim, of course
) But instead, Ken and I held trim and buoyancy for the several minutes it took to clear my mask... flood it again 'cause I was still laughing so hard... and finally reduce the laughter enough to get the water level at least below my eyes.
OMG, I have never laughed so hard underwater as I did on this dive.
The exit was ridiculously calm and easy, and we laughed our way to the cars and right through packing up the gear and calling it a night.
Ken and Ray: Thank you. Oy, what a team, what a night, what a dive!!! How did I get so lucky? Thank you!!
Claudette