Date: May 29, 2006
Dive Location: Laguna, Crescent Bay
Buddy: ScotM
Time: Around 7:00 AM (maybe closer to 7:30)
Bottom Time: Dunno, my computer went haywire
Max Depth: Dunno, my computer went haywire
Vis: maybe 10-15 feet
Wave height: 1-2 ft., occasional 3-4 ft
Temp at depth: Dunno, my computer went haywire; it was warm, though (low 60’s I think)
Surface Temp: Dunno, my computer went haywire; clear warm sunny day though…
Tide information: -1 ft., going high
Gas mix: 21%
Ever have one of those days? Well, this was mine…
Gorgeous day, clear and warm. I managed to pry the family out of bed and into the van at 5:30am, and we drove down to Laguna. Scot and I met up at Crescent at around 6:30 am. I was surprised that there was only one other pair of divers at Crescent when we got there, and only a few parking spots taken. We had the place to ourselves. Other divers started trickling in around 8-8:30am. Even then it was a surprisingly light crowd for a gorgeous Memorial Day. We had the same thing at Raging Waters yesterday. Got there when they opened, and there were no lines for the rides for the first 2 hours. Cool.
Anyway, we started gearing up, and I noticed that I had left the retractor for my dive computer at home. Darn. Then when assembling my reg I noticed while standing on the street my dive computer showed I was at 13 feet deep, and had been diving for 560 minutes. Darn. Tried to reset it, and it wouldn’t. Dunked it in a bucket of water and it read 14 feet deep. Well, at least the pressure gauge was working, so we decided we'd stay shallow and just noodle around the west reef. Made an easy entry (did I say it was a GORGEOUS day?), and we started noodling. Saw a poor Garibaldi with a bit bite taken out of his left side. Kept checking my computer and subtracting 14 feet from the reading to figure out how deep we were. Then we saw a free roaming octopus crawing over the reef and stopped to watch. He tried to fake us out by going all chameleon on us, and finally snuck into a crevice and turned black. Cool. About halfway thru the dive when we were around 42-14 = 28ft my computer went fully wacky and gave me mandatory stops and all kinds of flashing stuff. After a bit we decided to head back, and then my brain went wacky and I was thinking south was north. Darn. Scot got me back on track and we headed toward shore. Well, first we decided to take a shortcut over the Crescent Bay shallows where there was all kinds of surge and stuff. Darn. Then as my tank got down around 600-700 psi I noticed I was starting to get a bit too buoyant, and had to huff and puff to keep from floating to the surface. Darn. Finally we surfaced, and headed for the cars. We had planned to do two dives, but I decided that someone was clearly telling me not to do anymore diving for the day.
Okay, some lessons learned:
1. If your dive computer manual says to get it serviced after 2 years or 200 dives, do it before 1 year or 100 dives. And to think when I took my regs in last year I actually disconnected the computer and didn’t take it along. DOH !!! Probably just a dead battery, but anyway…
2. For those who use a weight integrated BC: when you return from a dive trip to the Philippines, make sure you fill your pouches with the right amount of weight. DOH !!!
3. When you are noodling around the Crescent Bay west reef, make sure you have sand on one side and reef on the other. You know, just like you’ve always been advising everyone to do…
4. At Laguna, north is towards shore, and south is away from shore. DOH !!!
5. If you're having one of those days, lie on the beach and relax instead of diving. And don't touch anything mechanical or buy any lottery tickets.
After checking my dive logs I realized this was my first local dive in over 3 months. So I'm gonna use that as my excuse…
All in all it was a perfect beach day. And kinda fun to be zooming out of Laguna around noon and watching a long traffic jam of cars on the 133 trying to get into town.
By the way, for the next time I park in Laguna this summer, I’m gonna have Myrna make a banner for the rear window of the car that says “No, I am NOT leaving”.