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Date: May seeeexth, 2006
Dive Location: Malaga Cove (Surge=Viz Beta Test Site)
Buddy: Mo2vation, and ISOF (Internal Sense Of Fun)
Time: Half way between diveable conditions and surfable conditions (10ish)
Bottom Time: Lots, (Hour and three)
Max Depth: 22fsw(with our bellies on the sand)
Vis: 2 - 8 feet
Surge: 2 - 8 feet
Wave height: 1 - 4 feet
Temp at depth: 56F (Aeris)
Surface Temp: Wet, I guess, outside the drysuit.
Tide information: Waning tide, low enough to make the entry south of the pool about 50-feet of knee-deep water over slippery bowling-ball sized rocks. Do the rock dance!
Music mix: Every Beach Boys tune Ken could think of, with "Surge" replacing the word "Surf". (...and 'Chica has her mask flooded... again :14: )
Comments:
So... Two SoCal divers stumble into a L.A. cove.
One says, "What do you get when the visibility equals the surge swing?"
Second one says, "Inner peace, dude. Why worry when you can't see what you're about to hit?"
(And you thought the answer was going to be "Shaw's Cove" :11doh: )
Yeah, we walked away from Marineland. My hood's off to MaxBT's relentlessness in the face of explosive 3-foot rollers and erratic, short lulls. The waves at OML had increased noticeably in the 45 minutes since we had arrived. Invoking discretion, we motated the little 130s back up the hill, with nary a whine. (I've been hammered there... more than once. And I done lurned from my hammerin', thankyouverymuch.)
Malaga Cove looked sweet! Wavelets under a foot lapped the rocks in front of the swimming pool. We geared back up and were a little surprised as a set of two-footers shoved us around during the entry. We saw a 3-footer from the back as we finned out to the kelp line.
New Dive plan: Enjoy the reef, then exit to the north at RAT beach, on the sand. (Evolution gave me a big brain, and the world is always ready to punish me if I don't use it.)
So, wha'dwee see?
More octopus than even the most enthusiastic dive buddy could keep pointing out, (after about 10).
Garibaldi nests (4), but no hormone-juiced little orange newyawkers guarding them... yet!
Gastropods laying eggs at the speed of... well, of snails... but it was still impressive.
An actual Chiton!!! Hardly ever see these cool guys below the intertidal, and this 5 cm guy was fun to find.
A couple of meter-long horn sharks cruised by, obviously as blind in the poor viz as we were. The first one appeared out of nowhere and made me jump a couple of inches! I thought it was a rock that the surge was about to slam me into. I veered left, and the shark veered right... no harm, no foul. Later, two divers made a similar startling appearance and made Ken jump.
A lovely big sculpin was wedged deep in the kelp against the bottom.
A Sheep crab robot-legged around, gesturing rudely at some big blue thing that had gotten too close and personal.
There may have been big pelagic thingys all around us, but if they were more than 8 feet away, they might as well have been on the moon. Some fish of some kind occassionally slinked through the gloom.
Conditions were sooo challenging, it made me hyper-aware of the power of strong buddy skills and communication. For 63 minutes we each knew where the other was, while exploring countless rocks and overhangs, adjusting navigation throughout, sharing all the fun finds, cracking each other up (with BeachBoys tunes, Rototilling clown-fish counts, Braille-diving-in-surge signals,) and general hilarity over realizing that fun is something ya just gotta bring with ya on every dive... really!
It was Ken's first dive at Malaga, and he worked up a mental map of the place so fast that he was able to detour our return path and successfully seek out areas with less surge. A long kick back to RAT beach, and we eased to the surface offshore of the RAT beach surfing area. Kayakers were hootin' and hollerin' as they worked the now consistently-3-foot swells rolling in.
Ding! The Diving session for the day has now ended.
Surfers: The pool is now yours. Enjoy!
We still had a good workout carrying 1300 and 2200 psi back up that beloved Malaga cove hill, but I was very relieved to finally get the gear off and relax.
We worked for this dive.
I had a great time, Ken. Thanks for your endless good spirits and skills.
~~~~~~
Claudette
(hbGottaBeASaferPlaceToDive'Chica )
Dive Location: Malaga Cove (Surge=Viz Beta Test Site)
Buddy: Mo2vation, and ISOF (Internal Sense Of Fun)
Time: Half way between diveable conditions and surfable conditions (10ish)
Bottom Time: Lots, (Hour and three)
Max Depth: 22fsw(with our bellies on the sand)
Vis: 2 - 8 feet
Surge: 2 - 8 feet
Wave height: 1 - 4 feet
Temp at depth: 56F (Aeris)
Surface Temp: Wet, I guess, outside the drysuit.
Tide information: Waning tide, low enough to make the entry south of the pool about 50-feet of knee-deep water over slippery bowling-ball sized rocks. Do the rock dance!
Music mix: Every Beach Boys tune Ken could think of, with "Surge" replacing the word "Surf". (...and 'Chica has her mask flooded... again :14: )
Comments:
So... Two SoCal divers stumble into a L.A. cove.
One says, "What do you get when the visibility equals the surge swing?"
Second one says, "Inner peace, dude. Why worry when you can't see what you're about to hit?"
(And you thought the answer was going to be "Shaw's Cove" :11doh: )
Yeah, we walked away from Marineland. My hood's off to MaxBT's relentlessness in the face of explosive 3-foot rollers and erratic, short lulls. The waves at OML had increased noticeably in the 45 minutes since we had arrived. Invoking discretion, we motated the little 130s back up the hill, with nary a whine. (I've been hammered there... more than once. And I done lurned from my hammerin', thankyouverymuch.)
Malaga Cove looked sweet! Wavelets under a foot lapped the rocks in front of the swimming pool. We geared back up and were a little surprised as a set of two-footers shoved us around during the entry. We saw a 3-footer from the back as we finned out to the kelp line.
New Dive plan: Enjoy the reef, then exit to the north at RAT beach, on the sand. (Evolution gave me a big brain, and the world is always ready to punish me if I don't use it.)
So, wha'dwee see?
More octopus than even the most enthusiastic dive buddy could keep pointing out, (after about 10).
Garibaldi nests (4), but no hormone-juiced little orange newyawkers guarding them... yet!
Gastropods laying eggs at the speed of... well, of snails... but it was still impressive.
An actual Chiton!!! Hardly ever see these cool guys below the intertidal, and this 5 cm guy was fun to find.
A couple of meter-long horn sharks cruised by, obviously as blind in the poor viz as we were. The first one appeared out of nowhere and made me jump a couple of inches! I thought it was a rock that the surge was about to slam me into. I veered left, and the shark veered right... no harm, no foul. Later, two divers made a similar startling appearance and made Ken jump.
A lovely big sculpin was wedged deep in the kelp against the bottom.
A Sheep crab robot-legged around, gesturing rudely at some big blue thing that had gotten too close and personal.
There may have been big pelagic thingys all around us, but if they were more than 8 feet away, they might as well have been on the moon. Some fish of some kind occassionally slinked through the gloom.
Conditions were sooo challenging, it made me hyper-aware of the power of strong buddy skills and communication. For 63 minutes we each knew where the other was, while exploring countless rocks and overhangs, adjusting navigation throughout, sharing all the fun finds, cracking each other up (with BeachBoys tunes, Rototilling clown-fish counts, Braille-diving-in-surge signals,) and general hilarity over realizing that fun is something ya just gotta bring with ya on every dive... really!
It was Ken's first dive at Malaga, and he worked up a mental map of the place so fast that he was able to detour our return path and successfully seek out areas with less surge. A long kick back to RAT beach, and we eased to the surface offshore of the RAT beach surfing area. Kayakers were hootin' and hollerin' as they worked the now consistently-3-foot swells rolling in.
Ding! The Diving session for the day has now ended.
Surfers: The pool is now yours. Enjoy!
We still had a good workout carrying 1300 and 2200 psi back up that beloved Malaga cove hill, but I was very relieved to finally get the gear off and relax.
We worked for this dive.
I had a great time, Ken. Thanks for your endless good spirits and skills.
~~~~~~
Claudette
(hbGottaBeASaferPlaceToDive'Chica )